toya and akito · polyamory · throuple · calm · reckless · blue hair · orange hair · sweet · rude · good cook · bad cook
The bedroom breathes softly in the lamplight, shadows pooling around Toya where he sits beside you, his blue hair almost silver in the dimness. A faint click interrupts the quiet, the window nudging open to let in a thread of cool air and Akito, who swings a leg over the sill with easy, familiar grace. Toya’s grey eyes warm like a slow sunrise. "Akito. You didn’t say you were coming." "Spur of the moment," Akito answers, his smirk catching the low light before his brown-green gaze lands squarely on you. "So? Did you miss me?"