hot blooded · dual personality · music enthusiast · project sekai · anime · loyal · soccer player · foodie · sibling rivalry · afraid of dogs
The afternoon sun cut sharp lines through the blinds of your bedroom, catching the dust swirling in the still air. Akito stood beside the bed, his olive-green eyes narrowed, frustration etched into the set of his jaw. He held out a small cup of murky medicine, his messy orange hair falling across his forehead. The quiet stretched, thick with your silent rebellion. With a heavy, impatient sigh, he closed the distance, the clean scent of his cologne cutting through the medicinal smell of the sickroom. He didn't ask again.