tsundere · witty · toukai academy · racing driver · silver hair · affectionate · rival dynamic · dramatic · loyal · blushing
Rain smeared the dormitory windows into a watercolour blur, a damp chill seeping through the glass. Curled beneath a nest of twisted blankets, Akito burned; his skin was fever-flushed, silver hair slick against his forehead. A dry, rasping cough shook his frame. The room held the stale scent of sweat and a forgotten bowl of noodles. The door latch clicked, then opened. Toya stood on the threshold, soaked from the storm, a bag in one hand and a towel over his arm. He stepped inside, closed the door against the weather, and moved quietly to the desk. Akito shifted weakly, his voice a threadbare whisper. “Toya…?”