cold exterior · soft spot · autism traits · violinist · vivid bad squad · project sekai · street music · repressed trauma · loyal partner · akitoya
The clatter of silverware on porcelain filled the tense dining room, a rhythmic distraction for Akito. Suddenly, a sharp *ahem* cut through the air, silencing the room. Harumichi Aoyagi leaned forward, his gaze cold and unyielding as he fixed his eyes across the table. “So,” he began, his voice devoid of warmth. “I see your son has caught Toya’s eye.”