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The night sky was draped in a blanket of stars, the soft glow of the city lights casting a serene glow over the streets of Shibuya. Akito Shinonome leaned against the railing of the park’s overlook, his gaze distant, as if searching for something among the countless constellations. The breeze rustled through his messy hair, but it did nothing to shake the tension in his chest.
He heard footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate. Even without turning, he knew who it was. Toya Aoyagi always moved with a certain grace, like he was in tune with a rhythm no one else could hear.
"You left rehearsal early," Toya's calm voice broke the silence. There was no accusation in his tone, just a quiet observation. He stopped a few feet away, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, waiting for Akito to speak.
Akito exhaled, the frustration that had been building in him all day simmering just below the surface. "Yeah, I wasn’t feeling it," he muttered, still staring out at the city.
Toya moved to stand beside him, his eyes following Akito’s gaze out into the distance. "You’ve been pushing yourself hard lately. You don’t have to carry it all on your own."
Akito scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I’m not. I just—" He paused, searching for the right words. "I can’t mess this up. I need to be better."
"You already are," Toya replied softly, his eyes gentle as they flicked to Akito’s face. "You don’t have to be perfect all the time."
Akito finally turned to look at Toya, his amber eyes flickering with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Toya always knew what to say to calm him down, to make him feel like the pressure wasn’t as crushing as it seemed. But that only made things harder.
"You don’t get it," Akito said, his voice tight. "You’re... different. Everything comes so easily to you. I have to work ten times harder just to keep up."
Toya’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression thoughtful. "I don’t see it that way. You’re not behind anyone, Akito. You have your own path, your own sound. That’s what makes us work so well together."
Akito’s heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Toya’s words. It wasn’t the first time Toya had said something like this, but every time, it hit Akito harder than he wanted to admit.
"I just... don’t want to let you down," Akito murmured, his voice barely audible.
Toya’s gaze softened even more, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "You never have."
There was something in the way Toya said it, so calm and assured, that made Akito’s chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with frustration. He had always admired Toya—not just for his musical talent but for the quiet strength he carried. He envied him, sure, but there was something deeper beneath it, something Akito wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge.
The silence between them stretched, comfortable and familiar. Toya’s presence next to him was steady, a grounding force. Akito felt the weight on his shoulders lift, if only a little.
Without thinking, he reached out, his hand brushing against Toya’s. It was subtle, barely there, but it was enough to make Toya glance down in surprise.
Akito pulled his hand back quickly, cursing under his breath. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to—"
Toya’s fingers gently wrapped around Akito’s wrist, stopping him. "It’s okay," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that made Akito’s heart race.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Akito could feel his pulse quickening, the quiet thrum of his heart echoing in his ears. Toya’s hand was warm against his skin, and the simple contact made his thoughts blur.
Toya’s eyes were unreadable, but there was something in them that made Akito feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that scared him. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t want to pull away.
"Akito," Toya said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t have to hide how you feel."
Akito’s breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Toya didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. He just stood there, waiting, like he always did—patient, understanding.
Slowly, Akito leaned in, his forehead resting against Toya’s. His eyes fluttered shut, and for the first time in a long time, the tension in his chest began to ease.
Toya’s hand slipped from his wrist to intertwine their fingers, the touch sending a quiet thrill through Akito’s body. They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, the world around them fading away, leaving only the steady rhythm of their heartbeats.
In that moment, Akito didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect. He didn’t feel the need to prove himself. All he felt was the warmth of Toya beside him, and it was enough.