#akitoya fanfic

[vivievienne]

The artist who painted my gray heart red — Akitoya

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which Akito is a street artist and Toya is a simple pianist who just by case went to an event and changed his life.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Akitoya, save me, akitoya.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Might be ooc, fluff, includes anhane, An as a cafe owner, trigger word — Toya's dad, Toya's perspective.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1569.

Is there was something more worthless than composing?

You play the same melody until you got the right notes and it finally starts sounding good, but even after all effort you pull in it, you still feel empty.

Toya Aoyagi feels empty.

He sits by the piano, looking at the paper before him.

No, it doesn't sound right. I need to change it.

And again he started playing the same cadence, but changing one note.

No, it still doesn't feel right.

He hits the keys with his fingers.

They hurt him. He spent a lot of time at playing this melody, and he still doesn't find out what he should do to make it better. 

He was clueless.

He stood up from the bench and took the paper with him.

He puts it in the drawer.

He wasn't satisfied with his work. His father... No, don't even think about him, he thought to himself.

Maybe a walk wouldn't be that bad, huh?

The thought of the coffee in the near cafe was somehow tempting.

But he didn't know one thing then...

That a ginger boy will change his life with this sassy smirk which somehow manages to soften when he was around.

***

Toya leaved his house and walked through the Vivid Street. It was a safe place for street artists and performers, and as well a place where was the best cafe, in his opinion, operated by An Shirashi.

But seeing a graffiti artist was something new to him.

After all, this wasn't any place where you can freely paint, in fact, it was a vandalism. So, it was quite unexpected to see a ginger with spray in his hand, when the Sun wasn't even setting.

Toya doesn't know how to describe the feeling he currently has.

It was something that he hasn't experienced before. He wanted to be the one, who was painting on the wall. Not the one, who stares at this boy. He knew it was illegal, but... why he wanted that? Why he wanted to be him?

"Hey, are you hearing me!?"

Toya heard a nervous voice and he quickly understood that he was staring for too long, so that person noticed.

"Uhm... Yes, sorry for that" he quickly replied with a calm tone, trying to hide his confusion. He looked at the boy before him. He noticed that he has some paint on his clothing and he wore... like three hoodies? It wasn't this cold, in fact, it was quite warm...

"Why are you staring like this?"

"Like what?"

They looked to each other eyes with confusion.

Toya never saw more beautiful eyes than these.

"Like this" the mysterious boy replied with slightly anger in his voice.

"Oh, apologise for that" Toya wasn't sure what he should do now. Maybe he should walk away like nothing happened...

"Do you like this?" The boy asked, pointing out the wall.

Toya wasn't sure what to say about the graffiti. He was looking at him after all... He gave it a simple glance and nodded. "Yes, it's quite interesting"

"Nice."

Oh no... it became awkward...

"You must do it for long time... right?" He tried to save the conversation. This mysterious boy... He felt an urge to keep the conversation.

"Graffiti is easy when you have a proper instructor. I bet you could do it as well. But for me? A few years to master this, I would say"

Wait...

"What do you mean by the first part...?"

"I mean that even someone, who doesn't have an experience in arts, would definitely do a graffiti after some lessons" the ginger seems to be on the edge of rolling his eyes at Toya's misunderstanding.

"Oh, right..." he nodded.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get back to work. Have a nice day or something. I don't know" The ginger says almost carelessly. He turned back to the wall, while Toya was standing like he was about to go blank.

"Oh... Right... Have a nice time working... or something"

He wanted to ask him how he could be this carefree when he literally almost had a heart attack! Just how... God, how good he ended it before he could. It would be more awkward. He immediately goes to An's cafe. The only thing Toya needed now, was a good coffee.

***

"Shirashi..." Toya tried to start the conversation. An looked really stressed today. She usually stayed a bit longer at his table to talk with him, but today... Something definitely happened... "Shirashi", he repeated a bit louder.

"Oh, Toya, right... How can I help you?" she finally answered with smile on her face.

"You seem to be struggling with something" he started slowly. "And I was thinking..."

"Oh, you know", she interrupted. "We will be hosting an event at the cafe soon and I have a lot work to do. There's a lot to do, but it's so little time to do it."

"An event?"

"Oh, right!" An quickly goes to the counter and took a small paper. "Here. Look" she handed it to Toya.

The title says: "Vivid Rad Street Night".

Toya was more and more intrigued.

"You can go to it, y'know?" An smiled. "I bet you'd love that. After all, you're an artist too! You would clearly enjoy the performances. I swear, you won't regret. I also will participate in it with Kohane as a singers! Please Toya, come!!" Shirashi's eyes were shining bright as the stars in her hair. She was really excited to be the host in this.

"I'll think about that, Shirashi" Toya nodded and watched as she left him after a short goodbye, because 'she has a lot on her shoulders and she needs to deal with it as fast as she can'.

He holds in hand the small poster. As he was reading through this, he knew that he should attend this event. Something tells him to. He cannot say what exactly it is, but he believed An that he won't regret coming there.

Also, doesn't it better than staying at home and looking at the wholeheartedly hated piano?

***

And that's why Toya is in the cafe watching how the hosts are beginning the show.

But why that ginger graffiti artist is here too...?

He noticed that his name is Akito Shinonome.

And that he is not just an artist but also a singer.

He was beautiful, when he was singing.

I wish I could be as happy as him when I compose.

"You staring at me, again." Toya was clearly confused when he heard this known voice behind him. "I almost thought that you are interested in me" he snorted.

"Right... I just think you talented, that's all" Toya replied, trying to remain his composure. Still, the last part got him thinking... Is he was interested in him? No, it cannot be that simple. First sight love doesn't exist, and he wasn't interested in boys... But he couldn't remember at all when he was interested in girls either....

"Maybe a little introduction wouldn't hurt, huh?" the ginger asked. "I'm Akito Shinonome. You?"

"I'm Toya... Toya Aoyagi." Akito was as straightforward as he remembered him. How this boy could be this opened?

"I guess you're not a street artist, yet, you still went here" Toya saw the slightly roll of Shinonome's eyes. Is he doesn't really know about any ethical standards?

"I haven't had anything to do... And Shirashi told me that she's hosting an event here..."

"Wait, you know Shirashi?" Toya got interrupted by Akito's quick question.

"Yes, he does. After all I know every musician who lives on Vivid Street" An came with a smile. Behind her Toya saw Kohane, her singing and romantic partner, who was known for her shyness, but also for her adoration towards strange, in Toya's opinion, things. "Hi, Toya! I knew you would come here!"

"Hey, Aoyagi" Azusawa smiled softly and waved at him.

"Oh, Shirashi, Azusawa. You soon should get on the stage, right?" Toya asked.

"We were about to going to backstage, but I saw that you talk with Akito and couldn't help, but come to you to see are you guys getting along" An said with a proud smile. "But as I can see, you get to know each other pretty well, so we won't bother anymore. See ya on the stage!" She said and pulled Kohane towards the backstage with her, leaving Akito and Toya by his own.

"She won't ever change" Akito sighed and rolled his eyes. "But she mentioned that you are a musician, right?"

"Oh, that..." Toya rubbed his back of his neck at this question. He hated to say that he was a pianist and composer. Just like his dad... "I'm a pianist..."

"A pianist, huh? You seem to be a bunch of surprises, don't you?" he snorted and smirked. "Well, that's good to know you're into music. Maybe a singer as well?"

Toya was slightly confused at this question. What this ginger was going to say?

"Actually... I don't even tried" he replied calmly.

"Wanna try then?"

Toya felt that he was hit with a truck.

He asked him about trying?

He doesn't say he have to... He asked him to try.

Try.

"I'll look for a partner" Akito explained. "Singing by your own it's not a big fun. So, would like to try, at least? You have an experience in music, so I suppose that you could fit as one."

He asked him... He asked...

"Of course... I would"

"An, what are you doing?" Kohane asked her, when they went to backstage.

"Can't you see that I am trying to get Akito a boyfriend?"

"I can but... Isn't he is able to do it by his own?"

"Treat is as a little help to love."

"And what if they won't fall for each other?"

"Can't you see how Toya looks at him? He definitely fell in love with him, even if he didn't realise it yet."

"But what about Akito?"

"Fell later, fell harder. Remember this, Kohane."

[thatoneweird014]

fluff fic enthusiasts I have a meal for you

[elainiisms]

meeee

[starstruckodysseys]

toya and mizuki’s step by step guide to romancing a shinonome

“Akiyama, I’m not sure that romancing is a word.”

“Yeah, well, we’re also not in the 16th century, either. Who the hell says wooing anymore?”

(a journey in love languages, making a fool of yourself, overthinking your every move, and friendship born out of solidarity.)

read here on ao3

[ramunegrief]

Listen. A 2024 unit shuffle au in which Toya, attending a witch academy as the form of rebellion against his father gets send with his friends on an adventure to gather all needed herbs and stuff.

this could be some way of a task to be graded or the storage was running low and the Pegasus Exploration Team were the only people around.

Now the thing is, Toya accidentally gets lost and stumbles on a lonely manor - into the not-so-open arms of a certain devil messenger Akito Shinonome

[neon-vocalist]

hi VBS nation. a new fic :)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Categories: F/F, M/M, F/M

Check link for relationships, tags, & notes!

Word Count: At least 83,635

Chapters: At least 32

They’d put their hearts on the line, been carelessly crushed by higher-ups with little care for their humanity, and promptly came to experience what Haruka’s manager back then liked to call The Consequences Of Mediocrity. Those were agency girls, idols-in-training; girls who’d taken classes that started and ended with teaching them to get comfortable being a failure, the least attractive in a room. Kohane was a pigtail-wearing lesbian who played with cats in her spare time and probably ran away screaming at the sight of a spider.

Kohane's relationship begins to fall apart, and with it, everything around her comes crashing down and nobody is in any position to fix it, though they try.

You know what they say about the road to Hell.

Or: In which Haruka is the only responsible one in the room, Minori's a bit dramatic, Shizuku might be a little stupid, An is just... terrible, Mizuki is a mess, Akito has very little judgment, and Kohane is nowhere to be found.

Updates every 2 weeks on Sunday!

this has taken me a year pls look at it please please please pleas—

[silly-goose-kid]

big toya + akty angst!!! ive posted a few teasers here so :D i hope ppl like!!

[thatoneweirdo14]

Please reblog, even if you aren't interested!

So I've been thinking about maybe doing writing commission work? I enjoy writing and school recently ended so I want to get a feel for doing projects like this. I write alot in my free time and also put stuff up on ao3 (which you can read below) but I've recently hit a block and thought this might help me get up and running again. So, with that being said, would you be interested?

Fics I've written:

[pharaohbean]

influential words

pairing: akitoya

summary: “Many people wanted to sway royals’ minds on things, and especially the only living ruler of the influential White Kingdom. This sort of thing was most easily done through magic in one’s food—just a few bites of bread may have one seeking bloodlust, or a few sips of wine leaving one forgetting their own name. The prince, weak to magical effects, knew this and so formulated a plan. Few people did the prince trust to take care of him and his mind, and only one could the prince return the favor to.” // There’s always something wrong with Toya’s food, and Akito will gladly take the fall for him.

author's note: this was supposed to be a warm-up fic. it took like two hours. inspired by this prompt by @deepwaterwritingprompts! (divider here; read on ao3)

The kitchen was bustling to and fro as chefs and assistants and servants prepared the large set of meals for the evening. Delegates from the neighboring kingdom had arrived only that afternoon, and the lonesome prince of the White Kingdom was obligated to host them for an extravagant dinner.

Akito leaned against the pillar that doubled as part of the white wall, watching with bored yet sharp eyes as the cooking staff of the castle frantically continued to prepare the long order of meals for the dinner feast. His heterochromic eyes—one a dull olive-green, the other a fiery orange-gold—caught the gazes of the foreign servants, nervously watching and wondering:

Why was the personal guard of the prince of the kingdom waiting with the taste-testers?

Akito sighed, rolling his eyes mentally. The sword hanging from his hip was a sign of his high-standing status as the prince’s personal guard, a force needed more than ever in such turbulent times for the White Kingdom, but the silver ring on his left hand adorned with sodalite and amber was a testament to something much greater.

Many people wanted to sway royals’ minds on things, and especially the only living ruler of the influential White Kingdom. This sort of thing was most easily done through magic in one’s food—just a few bites of bread may have one seeking bloodlust, or a few sips of wine leaving one forgetting their own name. The prince, weak to magical effects, knew this and so formulated a plan. Few people did the prince trust to take care of him and his mind, and only one could the prince return the favor to.

One of the chefs (actually, it was Mizuki, a fellow high ranking knight, but gosh darn it their cooking was so good and they enjoyed cooking as well, so there was a general consensus that they’d cook for big events if they wanted to) brought a small platter of pieces of food over to him. “For his highness’ taste tester’s… testing.”

Akito scoffed, giving the pale-haired knight a look before taking the small pieces of food and going through them one by one. While some people in the White Kingdom, like its beloved prince, were almost incapable of sensing even the basic levels of magic—and therefore considered extremely susceptible to magic—others were inhumanly sensitive to such magics, whether by bloodline or by training.

Akito had once spent years in a desert as a wanderer that, only upon escaping by help of the prince himself—not a prince back then, but a soldier just like himself—did he learn that the desert was highly magical, and had left Akito painfully in-tune with all the magic in the world. It had taken weeks for him to come off magical deafeners.

The bread was fine, and so was the meat and drink. But then the vegetables (which were carrots, blech) something was off. Akito’s body tensed against his will, and he screamed at his mind to purge the incoming paranoia, to purge the magic flooding his systems.

He took a few deep breaths and murmured softly—unable to raise his voice without it cracking—that the carrots were tainted with magic, but the others were fine. Mizuki gave him a concerned look, and motioned to a nearby servant, who rushed out of the kitchen. Mizuki grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly.

“Argh— Mizuki, what the heck?” Akito hissed, glaring at them. They huffed at him in response.

“Get a move on, you idiot!” They hit him over the head lightly, making him hiss and the paranoia in his system flare up; his feet being moving (whether to leave as Mizuki demanded or to run away as the paranoia demanded, he wasn’t sure) out of the kitchen, slowly picking their pace before he was dashing into the private ballroom.

He slammed the double doors open, panting hard as his body recuperated. His hand instinctively went to grab the hilt of his sword, looking around the room as his entire body stood on edge. But his senses found no one in the room, nothing to be cautious of, and that confused his mind even further.

The ballroom was empty—much smaller than the one the prince often entertained guests in, used primarily for small feasts in the castle alone such as birthdays or other such celebrations—and the lights weren’t on, allowing the setting sun’s cooling colors to watch into the room through the large windows. Akito took a few deep breaths, willing his shoulders to relax and his hand to let go of his sword. This room was fine, he himself and his trusted friends had made sure of it just a couple of hours earlier, but his head just would not accept that.

A knock echoed through the empty ballroom, and Akito whipped around, just about ready to strike before his mind processed the series of knocks at the same time he laid eyes on the figure. The prince’s silver eyes sparkled at him, obviously trying to gauge Akito’s level of… something, he wasn’t entirely sure at the moment.

“Are you alright, love?” The prince—Toya, he’d used the pet name Akito oh so hated and loved—carefully approached him, obviously exaggerating his movements so that Akito could keep an easy eye on him and determine what he was going to do. He lifted his hand up to his lover’s cheek but stilled it, eyes searching for something in Akito’s. Akito stared back, fighting a war with himself and the magic flooding his emotions.

But slowly—shakily—the knight reached out for Toya’s hand; he took it, unable to grasp it or clutch it, and brought it to his cheek. His mind and body screamed at him to run, to get away and hide until the unseen paranoia faded from his system, but his heart slowly calmed down, bringing the rest of him down to its calm beating.

“Are you okay?” Toya murmured, his voice echoing just as quietly in the room as he spoke it. Akito leaned into Toya’s stroking touch, closing his eyes. The silver ring matching his own on Toya’s finger was a cool reminder of the promise they’d made.

“Yeah, just… someone put paranoia in your food.” Akito whispered back, his head falling onto the other’s always-open shoulder; the hand on his cheek moved to run through his slightly-tousled hair. Toya hummed; Akito had learned to differentiate his lover’s hums from all the time they’d spent together. This one was something of pity and anger—pity towards him and his abused sensitivity, anger towards his guests who dared to try to poison his food.

“Don’t get upset, okay?” Akito muttered, his voice muffled by the fabric of Toya’s outfit. “You’ve still got to eat with the delegates.”

Toya pulled Akito’s head off of his shoulder to look at him; a soft smile graced the prince’s lips as his eyes shimmered in the dying sun’s light, warm colors having finally given way to the cool of the night. If the knight wasn’t careful he’d get lost in his prince and lover’s eyes forever, unable to return.

Not like he wasn’t already that far gone. But his extremely moot point stands.

“Don’t worry about them. You come first—you always have. Isn’t that what we promised each other?” Toya grabbed Akito’s opposite hand, their rings clinking against each other as their matching gemstones reflected and refracted the darkening sky’s colors and light. “The delegates can wait, Tsukasa and Saki are capable of entertaining them.”

Akito couldn’t help the snort that left him; “entertaining” was one way of putting the Tenma siblings’… energy. Toya’s smile grew just a little bit, from comfort to actual happiness. Akito let out a couple of chuckles, putting their foreheads together.

“Are you better now?” Toya asked. Akito took another check of himself; the paranoia seemed to have left him, whether it was because of time or Toya’s presence he wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter (he was betting on the latter). His mind had quieted down, and his body loosened up.

“Yeah, thanks. Sorry I had to drag you away.” Akito went to pull away, but Toya didn’t let him.

“You are my priority, okay?” The prince said, stern yet caring. His silver eyes bored into Akito’s own dual-colored ones until finally the knight gave up, letting out a sigh and he slumped into Toya’s grip.

“…Okay.” Akito murmured back. He felt more than saw Toya’s smile return, and he couldn’t help but mirror the smile, even if his smile was weaker than Toya’s. Toya murmured something to him, to which Akito grumbled and refused to budge. Toya simply chuckled and squeezed Akito a little tighter as the moon’s rising light hid them in her veil.

The two of them would have to return to the delegates—return to being the prince of the White Kingdom and his personal guard—at some point (and maybe save a few delegates from the Tenmas, who knows) and continue to entertain their guests.

But for this split second, Akito swore Toya had magic as he felt the moon’s light be manipulated into encircling and swaddling them, hiding the two lovers from the world—from the bloodlust, the forgetfulness, and the paranoia—for just a few moments longer.

[theeniebeanie]

chat who here likes akitoya omg meee raises my hand I dedicated this to roki btw my friend roki @kenderlike please look at their art kisses your cheeks mwah everyone bye

[feral-bird-enjoyer]

someone give me a prompt for a fanfic. don't want to work on current WIP. Will try to write at least 1k words... I need to get past writers block

My ao3 for context ig?

[wessie-in-pjs]

Guess who made an akitoya fic

[thatoneweird014]

akty get kidnapped by mrbeast??!???!

[sora227]

Egoist.

COOL TAGS IG: Akitoya woooo, Ena tries her best, I hate Shinonome Dad, VBS cool, totally NOT inspired by the new-ish cover uuhhhh TW: emotional abuse, physical abuse (not graphic), depression (oh no), suicidal thoughts?

____________________ fic start! ____________________ “Dude, I’ll see ya later!”

Shinonome Akito waved to his partner, Toya. They were walking home from their practice session, and they arrived at Akito’s house. Toya reached over for a high-five, and the ginger happily slapped it. He turned around, still smiling. Staring at his house, he was feeling good enough not to go inside. I wish…

Akito felt different. No, no, this isn’t like the “I’m not like other people” things. He really isn’t something special. Hell, that’s one of the reasons he hates himself. His voice, his personality… it’s not interesting enough. He’s not good enough for anyone, especially not himself. And his parents, and his sister, his bandmates… that’s it? He’s such a fucking loser.

Back to the point. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, nor does he remember when he started feeling it. It has felt there since forever… but he knows it definitely started this year. A sinking feeling that shatters him from the inside out. It hurts. It hurts a lot. But he keeps on swallowing it, keeping it inside of him. 

Whatever. I mean, the others didn’t seem to mind. Well, maybe Toya did. But he left now.

Holding his breath, he stepped into his home, getting hit with the dull aura in it. He quietly walked around, making sure not to disrupt the one that might be there. Was his father here…? Akito checked the living room, where his dad usually was seen working on a piece. Nope. 

He sighed, untensing. Walking upstairs, he opened the door to his room. Throwing his bag inside it, he decided that he might as well visit his sister, who was probably eating her “breakfast.” He knocked on the door to Ena’s room twice, signaling that it was indeed Akito, and not their parents or something. He heard a groan, before the door clicked open. He stepped back to make space for the pouting Ena.

“Why are you here?” the older one placed her hand on her hip. Her expression was akin to one of annoyance. She was wearing a long sleeved green shirt with exposed shoulders, and black shorts. Her hair was slightly more tangled than usual. Akito was just wearing his school uniform, as today he was too lazy to change for practice. Ena looked Akito up and down, waiting for him to respond. “Well? I don’t have all day.” 

“Um…” Akito opened and closed his mouth. He never was able to like- speak. I mean, no duh he can speak. But it doesn’t feel normal to speak about his problems. It doesn’t usually come out. And if it could, it never would anyways, because of his stupid little ego and his self-deprecation. His problems don’t matter, and people would stare at him in pity… ugh, it sucks just thinking about it. Seriously!

Ena sighed. “Get in.” She seemed to understand… Akito stepped into her room. It was filled with paintings, but other than that, her room looked average. And her bed was messy. He looked at her drawing tablet. It was filled with sketches of some new animation she was working on.

“Which one’s your favorite?” He turned around, spotting Ena. He then proceeded to look around. A flower. Gray clouds. A sunset. A very twisted version of her room. All of them were great, which made him wonder why their father hated them. But the one that caught his eye was one of her bandmates she talks to on Nightcord. He knew all of them. But this one was different… they were all marionette puppets? Oh, he knew that song that they made.

“That one? I know you saw the pv, so maybe that’s why…” Ena pondered upon it. Akito never really needed to speak around Ena, she usually knew what he was thinking. Usually. Sometimes, she gets it wrong, but that normally doesn’t happen. Okay, it happens at least once every week. But still. 

Akito nodded, staring at it. Asahina-san was the one that wrote the lyrics, no? They were dark, but… they felt real. Almost as if Asahina knew how he felt… a little. And Akiyama’s outfits look pretty awesome. It’s Akito’s job to judge people’s outfits, so that compliment is a lot. Yoisaki’s music fit the tone, too. Maybe he should try writing something like that… oh, who is he kidding! He already writes like that. Hey, maybe he should show some of his songs to Ena.

Remembering Ena, he turns around. She was sitting in her chair, drawing. Akito walks over to the corner he usually goes to. He sat there in his sister’s room multiple times before. Usually to escape his dad. He eyed down an empty sketchbook. He hated it.

You see, the two siblings pretty much had switched talents. Akito is naturally talented at art, but enjoys singing more. Meanwhile, Ena has a natural talent for music, but clearly is very passionate about painting and sketching. It’s a curse to both of them. They are stuck in the game of jealousy, because what else could they feel?

Akito kept on staring at the notebook. Might as well… he grabbed a pencil from his pocket and started sketching. If there’s one thing that he and Akiyama agree on, it’s fashion design. Although Akiyama prefers cute outfits, and Shinonome more street-style, they still agree on most things. Hey, maybe he should try drawing something cute and show it to them… they would be happy, although they might invade his personal space…

He starts with an oversized hoodie. Scratch scratch, the pencil lightly rasped the paper. He’s definitely going to add some charms with that. He adds some shorts. Um… what else? Akito isn’t really enjoying this right now. Maybe another day, when his motivation changes. He erases the drawing and starts again.

A regular shirt. The belt is high, and the shorts are short. He adds a little design in the front. Now, what can I do to make it look more unique? Akito looks around. Ena’s curtains are a little ripped. He thinks about that. He could make the shorts slightly ripped, but it would be too basic. Maybe the sleeves? No, too weird. The hems? Make it slightly ripped, it’s unique, and not too weird! Akito smiled, erasing the bottom of the shirt to change it.

He doesn’t remember what happens next, but 4 pages are completed, filled with outfits. He’s a little tired of that, though. Maybe a grayscale image of something? Uh, he doesn’t know… Akito closes his eyes. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? Toya. It’s Toya. Why the fuck did Toya have to appear first? Akito sighs, but goes to draw the bi-colored haired boy anyways. 

Akito doesn’t know how, but the entire page is filled with Toya after seemingly 12 seconds. All. Of. It. Toya smiling, Toya writing, Toya playing some arcade game. Geez, is he that down bad? 

He already knew about his feelings for the other, so it isn’t something new. But the fact that he can draw Toya perfectly simply by thinking about him is a little concerning. 

CRASH. Akito jumped an inch in the air. Instantly looking up, he squints his eyes at the sight. Ena broke a vase, probably pissed over a drawing she made. She was breathing heavily, tears in her eyes. It stopped his creative moment. That might be selfish of him, thinking that, but it’s true. He stomped his foot, clearly angry.

“What’s wrong now? You scared the fuck outta me!” He crosses his arms. Ena looks over at him. She snarled at him. Yup, she’s in those moments again. His dad does, his sister does, and he himself has these times where they… kinda get in their feelings and lash out at whatever is nearby. Definitely not healthy.

“Why are you still here? It’s been a damn hour. Dad hasn’t been here yet, either!” Ena stood up, placing her hand on her hip, “What the hell have you been doing?” Akito rolled his eyes. This bitch… tryna tell me what to do? 

“Stuff. Why is it your business?” Akito scratched the back of his head. How was he going to leave right now? He’ll try but… “Because it’s MY ROOM!” Ena broke a pencil, trying not to break entirely down. Akito got up as well, clutching the sketchbook. She’s really in it, huh?

Upon seeing the sketchbook, Ena’s face scrunched up even more. “Why the FUCK DO YOU HAVE MY SKETCHBOOK?” Her rage practically consumed her whole as she ran towards him, snatching the sketchbook as Akito tensed. “THIS IS MINE, NOT YOURS YOU FUCKER!”

“But-” “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Ena shook Akito, causing him to feel slightly nauseous. “Are you trying to fucking SHIT ON ME?” What? He was pushed onto the wall, causing his shoulder to hurt slightly. He wasn’t shoved that badly, considering the fact that Ena barely ever went outside, but maybe it will leave a bruise.

“I WORKED. SO. FUCKING. HARD TRYING TO DRAW, BUT OUR STUPID FATHER CAN’T EVEN NOTICE THAT.” Ena threw the sketchbook across the room. “AND NOW YOU COME IN WITH YOUR LITTLE TALENTED ASS TO FUCKING TEST ME?” So that’s how she feels? “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Ena shoved him out the door and slammed it.

He never got to see the sketchbook again.

-

Akito didn’t come out for dinner after that. He locked himself in his room for the rest of the day, and hoped it would stay that way. The entire time he was practicing, practicing, because he has to get better. Everyone he knows is talented in Vivid Bad Squad except for Akito. He knew that. Even when the other members of the squad told him he was wonderful, they were clearly lying. After all, everyone else says otherwise, right? Even his father tells him how untalented he is…

So, he must keep practicing! Even if his throat starts getting sore, he must. Then, he can catch up to the other members and help them surpass RAD WEEKEND. And if he doesn’t… Well then, he could just leave. He doesn’t want to keep holding them back. Especially Toya.

His voice cracked at one part. No, restart again. He made sure his voice was slightly softer in that part so it wouldn’t kill him. Good. He continued, making sure he hits all the high notes and does the low notes well. But he continued after that. He practiced solely on Fragile. It was a song Akito wrote about his partner. A fuckin’ love song. And yet the taller man still did not take a hint. An just patted his back when that happened.

It hurts knowing that he’s the one that’s stopping them from achieving their dreams.

Eventually, he stopped, only to get a drink of water. A small, tiny break. He chugged it, before checking his phone. Just a message from Kohane talking about the next practice session. He was going to start again, when he heard his door open. “Finally, Akito, you stopped with your racket.” Well, fuck.

He turned around to see his father, the one and only Shinonome Shinei, with his arms crossed. Akito squinted his eyes. “Why are you here?” He said, with a bit too much sass. Oh, he’s screwed. His father shook his head. “I live here, imbecile.” Oh look, now he’s using this tone too! I’m fucking dead, Akito thought.

Akito slammed his water bottle down on the counter. “Okay, but what do you want?” He turned around, trying to hide the fact he was trembling. A sign of weakness. His father sneered. “I was going to remind you again to not do what you call ‘practicing’ after 9 pm, but it seems you finally took my advice for once.” 

He better not notice I’m shaking here, Akito thought. He bit his lip, “So you came to insult me again, but decided against it ‘cause I shut up? How kind of you.” His father tightened his fist, not a good sign. “I’m not insulting you, I’m simply telling the truth. You have no talent singing. You are mediocre at best. There’s no point in chasing dreams that cannot come true.”

Akito’s lips formed a straight line as he gritted his teeth. That old hag- trying to tell me what to do? But the thing is, he wasn’t wrong. Akito wasn’t terrible at singing, no, but he was plain… nothing. He had nothing interesting in his voice, it wasn’t deep and unique like Toya’s, it wasn’t loud and accented like An’s, and it definitely wasn’t high pitched and dramatic like Kohane’s.

He’s good, but not good enough.

But he’s also very, very selfish.

“But can’t you get this in your stupid head for once? I am NOT going to back out of singing! It’s been my dream for so damn long, and I’ve… I’ve worked so hard! I CAN’T JUST BACK OUT NOW! I can’t leave my friends, unlike you I’m not shitty! Well, maybe a little, but I- I just don’t want to! I love music with my heart! And that will NEVER change!”

Shit. He blurted that out. He started mentally listing all the worst possible outcomes that will occur. Why did I do that, why did I do that, why- His father stepped closer to him, causing him to brace in preparation of what will happen next. Oh, he knows damn well what will. 

“You dare speak back to me, boy? I am your father, I know what’s best for you. Singing will just let you down because you’re not talented enough for it. Your drawings are an actual work of art, better than your sister’s! And yet, you still throw away that talent of yours!? Useless child, only good enough to talk back to his parents. Why are you doing this, huh? HUH?”

Akito stood there, dumbfounded. He could hear his father’s breath ringing in his ear. His own was getting faster. His mouth felt stuck together like someone glued it together. “I… I-” He managed to blurb out, his eyes widening even more.

“I what? Are you worthless enough that you got scared? Scared of WHAT? This is your fault, you NEVER listen!” He’s right. He’s right, I am worthless. I don’t know why- His dad. Was just. His hand went up and. 

Akito just closed his eyes, accepting his fate. All he could do was sit and hope it ends soon.

-

He was gone. It was over. Right? Akito doesn’t know. He “wakes up” crouched on his bed. 

The entire experience was a blur. He doesn’t remember most of it. All he knew was pain, and then he ended up lying against a wall, then his hand hurt, then this, then that… all in tiny fragments. Now he was conscious, and trying to locate his mind.

He was hyperventilating in silence. His chest hurt as it went up, down, up, down. In, out, in, out. Everything was fine! Totally. What happened? He knows his dad came, they had a fight. Then his dad used all his anger out on him, and now he just left. Bye-bye.

Oh, right. He got hurt. Akito searched for any wounds. His face was hurting like a bitch right now, so that must be the main point where his father hurt him. He felt a lump on his cheek, ouch that hurt so much, make it stop make it stop- yup, that definitely needs covering. 

He notices a mark on the wall, and his hand hurts as well. So maybe when he was in that spiraly-state, he punched it…? Nothing new, anyways. He also felt a part of his hair… feel weird. It was more tangled than the rest of his orange locks. He must’ve tugged at it a lot then.

Still nothing new.

Akito, still trembling, scooted over to his phone. He checked notifications again. An posted a  picture of a hamster giving a thumbs-up. He smiled slightly at this. Toya responded with just a “K”. Goddamnit he loves him so much. Akito snapped a close up at his eyes, making sure the wound isn't visible in the picture. He sent it to the group chat.

Akihoe

*Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS sent an image.*

k bbgs

The first to respond was An, totally falling for it. Akito laughed at the message.

Annie Slammy

TOP TEN SCARIEST JUMPSCARES, NUMBER ONE 😱😱😱

Kohammy

shinonome-kun, that scared me a little!

NOT Piano Man

Akito, why did you take a photo of your eyes?

Akihoe

why not?

NOT Piano Man

Understood.

Can we talk privately?

Akito frowned. Is Toya dealing with his father again?

Akihoe

sure!

Looking over at the other unread messages of his, he saw one from Ena

Enanan

I’m sorry.

…

Akito ignored it, he can’t deal with that right now. He continued looking at others.

Amia

lil’bro, you good?

Seriously? Why now? He sighed, going to him and Toya’s dms.

Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS

here! what’s up? 

Toya.

Akito, you’ve been acting strange lately. What’s wrong with you? Right now, I mean?

Well, shit. Akito gulped, trying to think of an excuse. Too much homework? He usually just doesn’t do half of it, so it's not viable. Tired from practicing? He does it too much, but would never admit it. Nervous about a test? Nah. Sister in hospital? Akito doesn’t want to pull a Tsukasa, although his sister was actually in the hospital. Now she’s out. Sick? No thanks.

Toya seemed to notice Akito’s silence, because he responded with a:

Toya.

I understand you’re not good at expressing your emotions. I just don’t know how to help you, no matter how much I want to.

Akito felt a pang of guilt hit his heart. Ouch. He never thought Toya felt like this. His lips pressed into a line as he thought. Feeling overwhelmed, he was tired of it all, pretending and shit, but he can’t speak about it, so… He just needed some advice.

Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS

How then?

It took a little while for Toya to respond, leaving Akito feeling worse than before, but when he did, it surprised the ginger a little.

Toya.

Well, if you can’t just talk to someone head-on-head about it, why don’t you try writing a song?

Huh? Yeah, he’s written plenty of songs before. His head swivels thinking. A lot of people liked Cinema. But sometimes he has to censor half his thoughts. They usually aren’t as bad as they could be, but sometimes he lets a lyric or two slip by. No one seems to care.

Seems. But they probably did care.

Akito texted back.

Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS

i already do though?

Toya.

I know, but only when you feel like it’s important enough. Even if you’re simply sad about something, it’s best to write it down at that moment and capture it.

Ouch. That hit like a truck. Toya’s not wrong, though. Akito never really notices his feelings, it’s just practice, practice, practice, Toya, Ena, his dad, Toya, his idiot dad, practice, Ena, Toya, work, Vivid Bad Squad, more practice, Toya, Toya, Toya Toya Toya.

Toya. How does he manage to understand? This could also help him write better songs. More practice. Maybe Toya isn’t wrong. But again, when is he ever wrong? Akito’s heart skips a beat. He’ll take this small, good feeling and cherish it. It’s what he needed.

Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS

Thanks partner. that helped.

Toya.

You’re welcome, Akito.

Akito smiled, before shutting off his phone. It was night. It’d be better if he slept, so he might as well go to bed. It’d be better if he slept forever and never woke up, but Toya… Ena wouldn’t forgive herself. He’ll definitely stay a while longer. And he’ll take up on that songwriting idea, too. He shouldn’t let his small, okay enough talent go to waste.

He feels a bit selfish for wanting this slight warmth to stay forever.

How egoist.

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Author's note: Holy shit Sora actually posts her emo Akito fanfic??? God damn. I'm so nervous to post this wtf help help throws up sobs pls go well pls go well pls- but thanks for reading!

[playroom-sekaii]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoyagi Touya & Kamishiro Rui & Shinonome Akito & Tenma Tsukasa, Aoyagi Touya/Shinonome Akito, Aoyagi Touya & Kaito (Vocaloid) Characters: Aoyagi Touya, Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa, Shinonome Akito, Kaito (Vocaloid), Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Tenma Saki Additional Tags: April Fools Event 2022 (Project SEKAI), Alternate Universe - Unit Shuffle (Project SEKAI), Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Aoyagi Harumichi's A+ Parenting, Aoyagi Touya is a Tenma, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

The members of the up-and-coming backstreet music group Fantasista SQUAD, and their journeys realizing and accepting age regression as parts of who they are.

[theraddestdog]

"Crime: An Aoyagi." Detective Akito x Cyber Killer Toya au.

Chapter 3: "Silence."

The office door opens and closes when the ginger and the split haired man walk in. Topo was amused, not only by the high tech design of the room, but also because of how disorganized it was. “Don’t mind the mess, that’s just detective work...” Akito sighed, looking at the mess on his desk. “It’s understandable..” Topo responded while Akito took a seat, reorganizing his papers. The security guard walked over to the desk and inspected Akito with the paperwork he held. “What’s all of that?” The gray eyed man looks down, “Majority is on the Aoyagi,” he responds with a more serious face. “I still don’t have many leads. However, a lot of cases may seem to be linked to this one.” Akito stands and walks over to a bulletin board inside the office, pointing at a picture of a house, supposedly a victim’s house. “Like this one, yet has to have a name. It’s similar to the first official Aoyagi case in January.” The detective puts a hand on his chin and sighs, looking irritated. Topo walks up to the board to examine the various pictures, pointing at one. “Is this the house of the Aoyagi case?” As Akito was about to respond, he paused. ‘Didn’t he say earlier that he didn't know anything about the case?’ His thoughts circulated, beginning to embrace an uncomfortable feeling. “Yes. It is.” He clears his throat before going back to his desk while Topo continues to stare at the bulletin board. The detective took out his laptop to search up articles regarding the Aoyagi Case. The gray eyed man then trailed back to Akito and looked at the laptop then to him. “What’re you doing now?” “Going to write a report on the Aoyagi Case for my next meeting.” The ginger responded firmly, then glanced. Those gray eyes softened up, causing the detective to get slightly flustered. ‘Why does he look like that..?’ Akito quickly glanced down at his laptop to avoid the gaze. The detective then began to write up a document, and Topo thought it was best to not disturb him. He explored the room and ended up just finding a chair to sit next to Akito. Silence filled the room, but comforting to them both [End of chapter 3.] (Sorry this chapter was so short.. I'll post chpt 4 in awhile tho ^3^)