I want to put this out there, I see Akito as an avid League player. Somehow gets his friends into hours long sessions of tiering and hands out “Tiltproof” to his teammates as a joke. Akito also manages to somehow quadra-kill during rounds. Definitely isn’t weird about it…
Thanks for listening to my ted talk.
-Akito (I literally won’t shut up about league)
…I don’t think I’m sane anymore guys…
-Akito
🐾 pochacco toya !!
AKITOYA ON TOP 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅
-Akito
some akitoyas (first two are bday gifts for my besties!!!🫶🏼)
||Yo! Lucky is back with a fic, this one being an Akitoya angst fic! (I am a sucker for angst) so please enjoy! I’m definitely going back to writing, as I now have motivation! Whooo! Also, fair warning for sensitive topics discussed in this fic! Also, it’s from Akito’s pov and may be slightly self indulgent…and major death!||
Another winter spent alone. Akito looked out his window. The scenery usually filled with color, is now drained. The white of the snow covering what was once colorful. He stared out the window. Another winter alone. Nothing new, right? How could he expect things to change after it being the same year after year?
Akito was in his room, posters slightly peeling off the walls, music heard from downstairs. He liked to be alone. That was until he met Toya. He changed everything, making him feel less alone. At the same time, he felt more alone than he ever felt before. Perhaps he had hope that things would change. “Akito?” A voice called out, sounding worried. Who was calling him? “Akito? You okay?”
It was Toya, a concerned look painted into his face and eyes. He worried about him. Something he was never used to. “Akito?” “Hm?” Akito finally responds, snapping out of his trance. He had forgotten that he invited him to hang out. Ena was out with her friends and his parents, away on vacation. That meant that he had time to spend with his boyfriend. He heard some muffled noises before he heard the phrase “doing alright?” “…yeah, I guess so.” He lied.
If anyone knew the truth, they would know he was lying. He didn’t want to bother Toya, thinking that he wouldn’t want to “burden” him and all that jazz. “Aki, you don’t seem alright…” “oh? I didn’t notice” Akito responds to Toya’s concern. “I…” Akito began but trailed off. They both knew something was up, but neither knew how to address it. They both remained silent, Akito staring out the window once more.
“Being a snowflake wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” That would be the last thing Toya would hear. Akito died the next day.
into you into you!
fo sho fo sho!
finally
i have them all