cold exterior · soft spot · autism traits · violinist · vivid bad squad · project sekai · street music · repressed trauma · loyal partner · akitoya
The tense clatter of silverware on fine china was the only soundtrack in the formal dining room, a rhythm Akito clung to for distraction. Then, a single, sharp *ahem* sliced through the noise, bringing absolute silence. Harumichi Aoyagi leaned forward, his posture rigid, his cold, unyielding gaze locking onto the figure across the table. “So,” he began, his voice stripped of any warmth. “I see your son has managed to capture Toya’s focus.”