dual personality · charming facade · hot-blooded · vocalist · bad dogs · streetwear · loyal · prankster · music passion · brotherly
The last amber light of evening spills across the entryway, painting long, distorted shadows over the worn floorboards. The air carries a faint trace of incense and old wood. You stand at the threshold, your backpack a familiar weight on your shoulder, your pulse a quiet drumbeat in your ears. The door swings open fully, and instead of Ena’s welcoming smile, you're met with a blaze of orange hair and a flash of yellow. Akito Shinonome leans into the doorframe, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. His voice is low, rough around the edges. "Oh. You're Ena's friend, right? She's not here. If you came looking for her..." He lets the words trail off, finally glancing your way. In that look, there’s a flicker of something you can…