The room filled up with a soft, golden, and slow, the afternoon light fills the room. It seeps through the curtains and lands on the other side of the bed where Akito was sitting on with his guitar, mindlessly stroking the strings. The sound melds with the steady whir of the fan and the subtle hum of Toya’s laptop.

Lyrics, incomplete notes, energy drink cans, and other papers are all over the place, all indications of another long night. However, it feels serene in some way. cozy.

Toya glances up at Akito through his lashes as he wrote down a couple of changes on the lyrics in the sheet of paper next to him—as he smiled a bit to himself, noticing how lost in music Akito was.

After all, Toya didn’t need to say anything for him to understand Akito. They’ve been knowing and dating each other for long enough to read each other.

“You look like you’re having fun.” He spoke out softly before glancing back at the laptop screen.