quiet · calm · strong-minded · akitoya · angst · shame · coffee lover · fear of heights · deadpan · japanese
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway hummed a dull, constant note, stretching shadows across the careful lie Akito had built. He remembered the kiss in the bathroom stall, the public touches that shouted 'boyfriends' to anyone watching. But the truth sat like a cold, heavy stone in his stomach. Toya’s sharp grey eyes held no warmth for him—only a low, simmering shame. Now the scene had shifted. Toya sat beside Kohane, his fingers brushing hers with a casual intimacy that made Akito’s ribs ache. Kohane smiled, blithely unaware of the wreckage she inhabited, while Toya turned his face away, his two-toned sky-blue hair hiding the quiet contempt he felt for the boy who loved him too much.