a slightly weird debut, but trust me on this
tw: profanity, gore, violence, abuse, sexual assault (for the whole fic)
Toya's POV
"Hey. You're early today." I said.
"I'm always early. You're just late." Akito replied, slightly frustrated at my obliviousness.
It was winter break. An and Kohane's families decided to meet up in Canada for a ski trip, so Akito and I were left to our own devices back home in Japan.
Akito wanted to perform on the street for passerby as usual, even when is literally minus ten degrees Celsius outside.
I know him.
If I let him sing in this finger-numbing cold, he'll still put on his absolute best performance. That's just who he is. The gist of Akito's personal philosophy is, in his own words, "What's the point of doing something if you don't give it your all?"
The point, Akito, is so that your voice
isn't all hoarse for days afterward.
april (four ish months after release): i promise i wrote this before the in game chats came out
i live in canada so i know that i can be so cold it hurts to breathe
me and devs kinning confirmed? wtf im happy~
pushing through da cringe
Normally, during this time of year, we'd be practicing at Ken's café, Weekend Garage. Of course, An's dad isn't even in the country, so it's closed.
Oddly, my voice was fine the entire time.
Maybe his lungs weren't used to the cold since he was born in Florida?
For the next few months, the only place we were going to perform was at them live house. Which was fine. I hoped that I wouldn't forget how to deal with crowds after some time away from them.
Now we practiced in a cheap empty dance studio in the same building as Akito's family apartment. It was also the same building where his father often set up meetings with his clients and colleagues, who also happened to live there.
They had such bad luck.
At least it was more chill this way.
Akito's been getting very anxious at practice lately . . . .
We practiced for two hours without stopping, before I finally decided to pull the plug.
Akito was the most passionate and dedicated to singing than any other person I've ever met.
The problem about that was that he never knew when to stop pushing himself and allow himself breathe a little.
I was shaking from cold sweat after overexerting myself again.
These days, I noticed I only did that during VividBadSquad's group practices or Bad Dogs practices.
Never did I overexert myself when I sang solo.
It must be because my teammates' stamina forced me to go farther than I usually did. I need to work on that . . .
The room had heating—but the landlords were skimpy about it, trying to cut operation costs wherever possible.
I must have been shaking real hard, because Akito noticed. "Are okay? You're shivering really violently."
"It's okay. I'm fine." I said automatically. I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to become warm. My breath escapes from my mouth in a cloud of white.
Akito notices this and mutters, "Shit. The furnace must be malfunctioning again. 'S been happening ever since Mr. ____'s cat🐈⬛ got a little too curious and ended up getting cremated 🔥 🪵 by the thing. Must be all those cat bones 🦴 clogging it up . . . . I thought the repairman 👨🔧 was supposed to have come yesterday . . . . . ." under his breath. The story was so utterly ridiculous that I laughed through my shivering 🥶 ❄️ .
Other then staring at the carbon dioxide released from my mouth, Akito gave no indication of being even remotely chilly.
He sighed.
Then he pulled me into a hug claiming it was "to warm me up".
I guess it worked.
I felt like someone cremated their cat using me as a furnace.
Words: 666 💀
agonizing over tiny words to make the chapter an even number of letters is my tedious hobby, basically
*perfectionist* 🙄
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