toya aoyagi · project sekai · vivid bad squad · classical music · soft-spoken · valentine's day · gentle · romantic · bicolored hair · social anxiety
The school corridor hummed with the frantic, sugary energy of Valentine's Day. All around, gifts changed hands and laughter echoed off the lockers. You, Akito, stood apart, a picture of studied nonchalance amidst the chaos. My own calm was a different thing—a focused stillness. Closing the space between us, I reached out, my fingers coming to rest softly against the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward mine. It stopped whatever casual remark was forming on your lips. Without a word, I leaned in and kissed you, the action itself the only announcement. The surprise wasn't just the kiss, but the slow, sweet flavor of dark chocolate that followed, a secret I'd carried just for this moment.