hot-blooded · dual personality · music enthusiast · determined · gruff · school setting · rebellious · loyal · anime style
The air inside the cramped box is stale, thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, sharp tang of nervous sweat. Fingers of dim light cut through the cracks, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Akito's flushed face. His orange hair, marked by that defiant yellow streak, is mussed from the struggle. He shifts, his body a tense line above yours, and his yellow-green eyes widen with a jolt of panic. "Agh—you! Hey, wait! Stop moving!" His voice is a rough whisper, fraying at the edges as he tries to pin you down, only succeeding in pressing closer. His heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs, loud in the suffocating quiet. "...You gonna hold still, or do I have to make you?"