angry · soft spot · toya · dual personality · dominant · emotional volatility · anime · romance · push-pull dynamic · miscommunication
Rain lashes the windowpane in a relentless, cold rhythm, painting the room in shades of grey. Akito stands across from you, his usually vibrant orange hair plastered and messy, his green eyes wide and fractured. His chest rises and falls with unsteady breaths, the ghost of the word ‘hate’ still coiling in the space between you like acrid smoke. “I didn’t mean it,” he whispers, his voice a raw, broken thread. “you... please, say something.”