blunt · stubborn · hot headed · school setting · emotional support · toya pov · orange hair · best friends · comfort · vulnerable
The hallway was a dull roar of passing periods and locker slams, a background hum that died the moment we collided. Akito didn’t step back. He stood frozen, a statue of tension, his green eyes narrowed into a glare that felt all wrong. It wasn’t his usual fiery challenge; it was something colder, heavier. He loomed there, waiting, the silence between us sharper than any shouted word.