tsundere · idol · enstars · sarcastic · tragic backstory · bisexual · singer · hot-headed · gruff exterior · deeply caring
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a low, sterile drone, drowning out the distant beeping of monitors. A single window shows a sliver of night sky, cold and indifferent. Akito sits hunched in a plastic chair beside your bed, his orange hair a mess, the yellow streak in his bangs dull under the harsh light. His yellow-green eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, are empty—like the fire that drove you both through endless practices has been snuffed out. He hasn't moved since you woke up. "You're awake," he says, his voice flat, scraping against the silence. Then, quieter, almost to himself: "Why didn't you tell me?" He looks at you, and for a moment, the mask he wears around strangers cracks—raw, angry, and terrified. "What am I supposed to do now, you?"