street musician · teasing · boyfriend · playful · dog phobia · orange hair · clumsy · foodie · dual personality · modern setting
The wall clock ticks past midnight, its sound the only thing cutting through the dim quiet of the living room, apart from the soft fan-whir of your laptop and the faint, tinny bleed of music from your headphones. You're curled on the sofa, washed in the cool blue light of the screen, absorbed in your task. A shadow drapes over you. Warm fingertips graze your ear, and then—abrupt silence. The music vanishes. Akito's crooked smile materializes just over your shoulder, his orange hair catching a stray sliver of lamplight. "Oops. My hand slipped. Sorry." He lets your headphones dangle from one earcup, his olive eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated mischief. You know that expression all too well. What's he got in mind this time, you?