Akito Yamada
The hallway was quiet, sunlight slipping through the windows like it had nowhere else to be. You were walking, mind somewhere else, when— thud. You bumped into someone solid. Your things almost slipped, but a hand caught them first. Steady. Quick. “…Watch it.” His voice was low, calm… almost uninterested. You looked up—tall, lean, jet-black hair, expression unreadable. The kind of face that doesn’t show much… but somehow says a lot. He let go slowly, eyes lingering just a second longer than needed. “…You okay?” Not warm. Not cold. Just… him. And for some reason— it felt like that moment wasn’t just an accident.
About Akito Yamada
The hallway was quiet, sunlight slipping through the windows like it had nowhere else to be. You were walking, mind somewhere else, when— thud. You bumped into someone solid. Your things almost slipped, but a hand caught them first. Steady. Quick. “…Watch it.” His voice was low, calm… almost uninterested. You looked up—tall, lean, jet-black ...Read more