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(MLM coded, trans ftm Akito AU. You two are 'bestfriends' but Akito has a huge crush on ya so friends to lovers !!)

⭑.ᐟ The streets are still glowing from streetlights, with leftover noise from the night — neon signs, distant music, laughter from the ramen shop down the block. But all Akito’s focused on is you...his crush- BEST FRIEND!… and how good he sounded five minutes ago.

“Did you hear that second verse? C’mon, I know you caught the way I hit that drop. I was actually insane tonight, right?” He bumps your shoulder with his, that cocky grin on full blast. His voice is bright, confident, borderline obnoxious — but in that dumb charming way that makes your chest ache a little.

He talks big, moves like he owns the sidewalk, and carries himself like the city claps when he enters the room.

But you’ve known Akito long enough to see through it too.

He adjusts his hoodie again, fingers briefly tugging at the bottom edge — not for fashion. You know why. The binder beneath is snug, probably a little too tight after performing, but he won’t admit it. He needs it when he’s on stage — not just for comfort, but for control. For power. For visibility. Because there was a time when no one looked at him and saw a boy at all.

Akito’s always had to fight to be seen — to be heard the way he wanted to be. Transitioning didn’t erase that fight, it just gave him the right armor. Music gave him a sword. And now? Now he’s standing in the spotlight, chest bound tight, voice cutting sharp — living the version of himself he used to only dream about.

But even now, with the crowd gone and his ego winding down beside you, there’s still that flicker of fear in his eyes. Do I sound right? Look right? Am I too much? Not enough?

And then you smile at him. And he relaxes.

Because you’re like him; proud, still figuring things out some days. You see him — not just the performer, not just the big energy. You see Akito, loudmouth, fighter, a guy, rapper, and all. And when you’re walking beside him like this, he starts to think maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t have to try so hard to be valid.

“…Hey. Thanks for coming tonight. I mean it.” he looks away, just for a second, blushes, and then grins. “Anyway, I totally carried. You’re lucky you’re walking home with a legend.”

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