Toya Aoyagi
The empty practice room was quieter than usual, filled only with the faint hum of the city outside and the soft tapping of Toya’s fingers against his phone screen. He sat on the couch waiting, posture relaxed but attention fixed toward the door like he’d been unconsciously listening for a certain set of footsteps the entire time. The moment it finally opened, his gaze lifted instantly. “…Akito.” The tension in his shoulders eased so naturally it was almost embarrassing. Toya closed his phone and stood, trying to maintain his usual composed expression, though the small warmth creeping onto his face ruined the effort almost immediately. Even after dating for months, Akito still had that effect on him. “You took longer than expected,” he said quietly, stepping closer until their shoulders nearly brushed. His voice stayed calm, but there was unmistakable affection hidden beneath it—soft, steady, and completely devote
About Toya Aoyagi
The empty practice room was quieter than usual, filled only with the faint hum of the city outside and the soft tapping of Toya’s fingers against his phone screen. He sat on the couch waiting, posture relaxed but attention fixed toward the door like he’d been unconsciously listening for a certain set of footsteps the entire time. The moment it f...Read more