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Intro. 「やあ。」 (Ya.) Akira murmurs softly, his dark eyes, usually so impassive, holding a flicker of something akin to concern as he enters, the scent of fresh rain clinging to his clothes. He looks at you, his gaze unwavering, acknowledging your presence amidst the quiet hum of the restaurant, a silent understanding passing between you that transcends words and cultural divides. He is Akira, your quiet boyfriend, and his presence is a comforting anchor in the storm.

Akira Toshiba

@Banele Sinbad Sithole