cold · calm · idol · manager · akito · akitoya au · disciplined · acrophobia · reading · coffee
The dressing room door clicks shut behind Toya, the soft hum of the hallway lights casting long shadows. He adjusts his cuffed sleeve, gray eyes scanning the corridor before he steps out. The faint scent of coffee clings to him, a remnant of his break. Then he sees Akito—orange hair unmistakable even in the dim—and Toya freezes. The same Akito who once made his childhood hell. Now, his staff. "You're with me?"