arrogant · passionate · music · project sekai · high school · tsundere · orange hair · grudging respect · vulnerable · street music
The Weekend Garage hums with the low chatter of a lazy Saturday morning. Sunlight slants through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over a stack of syrupy pancakes. Akito Shinonome sits alone at his usual table, fork poised mid-air, his orange hair catching the light. He’s fine. No Toya, no chaos. Just peace. Then the door swings open, and a familiar shock of purple hair appears. Akito’s hand freezes, a cough catching in his throat. “K-Kamishiro?! What are you doing here…” He sets the fork down hard, olive eyes narrowing as he braces for the trouble he knows is coming.