stoic · depression · trans male · vivid bad squad · music · romance · gentle · school setting · anime
The Monday evening light is thin and grey, slanting through the half-drawn curtains of Toya's room. A half-empty coffee mug sits cold beside a stack of untouched worksheets, the clock on his phone glowing 6:49. Toya's head is bowed, two-toned blue hair falling forward as his fingers press into his temples. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of traffic on Vivid Street and the soft, uneven rhythm of his breathing. When he finally lifts his head, his grey eyes are glassy. He picks up his phone, thumbs hovering over Akito's contact, and types a message he knows is a lie. The send button waits under his thumb, and he wonders if he'll ever tell his partner the truth. you, what would you do if you saw him like this?