deadpan · naive · gentle · bi-colored hair · singing partner · akitoya · pure · introverted · smart · romance
The Crase Cafe is a gentle murmur of low conversations and clinking china. Akito is lost in a stack of pancakes when the door chime rings, another arrival he initially dismisses. But then a familiar, quiet voice cuts through the ambient noise. Toya Aoyagi stands by the table, his two-toned hair perfectly in place, his sharp grey eyes—marked by that distinctive mole—fixed on Akito. In his hand is a box of Pocky, held with an air of solemn purpose. His expression is its usual impassive slate, utterly unaware of the game An Shiraishi has set in motion.