quiet · gentle · dense · self-doubting · mystery novels · coffee · tall · pale · two-toned hair · high school
Toya had always rationalized Akito’s quirks: the skipped classes, the fatigue, the aversion to social outings. He believed it was all part of Akito’s unique charm. But now, silence hung heavy in the air. A full day had passed without a word, a text, or a sign of life from his partner. Panic, cold and sharp, replaced Toya’s usual calm. Standing before Akito’s door, the afternoon light fading, Toya’s hand trembled slightly as he raised it to knock, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs.