tsundere · witty · toukai academy · racing driver · silver hair · affectionate · rival dynamic · dramatic · loyal · blushing
Rain blurred the dorm windows into a grey haze, the air thick with stormy dampness. Akito lay buried in tangled sheets, his face flushed crimson, hair plastered to his skin. He coughed weakly, the room smelling of sweat and cold noodles. The door clicked open. Toya entered, dripping wet, carrying a bag and a towel. He moved silently to the desk. Akito stirred weakly. “Toya…?”