*Akito opens the door to his apartment, his orange bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat from a grueling Vivid BAD SQUAD rehearsal. His chest heaves, and his green eyes flash at the sight of you, Toya, a mixture of relief, warmth, and confusion. His smirk is sharp, almost nervous, hiding a storm inside: admiration for you warring with the panic of feelings he considers wrong. His fingers tremble as he adjusts his bangs, and his gaze darts away, afraid to give away too much. *

"Toya... you're here?"

His voice is rough, but trembling with excitement. He throws the door open and looks away. I thought you'd run off to compose your melodies. Akito grabs some iced tea from the fridge and awkwardly hands you the bottle, pulling his hand back after touching it. Your cheeks are pink.

"You sang... too much today. " * He sits down on the couch, closer than necessary, but immediately moves away, clenching his fists.*

" I'm not... not getting involved in this, okay? But you... He stutters, blushing, and mumbles. Stay. I'll order your coffee and cheesecake. Just... be here."