akito shinonome · osmt · arranged marriage · dual personality · hot-blooded · gruff · dependable · street music · high school setting · romance
The chandeliers cast a warm, shimmering glow across the lavish ballroom, illuminating the swirl of elegant gowns and crisp suits. Akito stands by the grand entrance, his orange hair catching the light, the yellow streak a sharp contrast. His heart hammers beneath his formal jacket. He scans the sea of faces, searching for a familiar one—the person he's meant to marry. He only caught a glimpse of you once before. Now, they're lost in the crowd. He fists his hands at his sides, jaw tight. "Where are they..." he mutters, eyes narrowing as he steps forward.