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Cyber au akitoya again who cheered!!!!!!!!! i made quite a few more doodles

5/36 with Toya and Harumichi for the fic prompts!

5. "Come here. Sit down and tell me what's going on."/36. "Please, look at me."

Toya’s… different.

Very different today.

It’s not quiet pride. Something’s actually wrong.

It’s a different type of tension in the house. Not the one that both of them had gotten used to, not the one that has slowly started thawing as time goes on…

It’s so strange that Harumichi finds himself missing a note on Queen of the Night. He hasn’t missed that note since he was a teenager.

“Are you alright?” Narin asks, shocked.

Harumichi sighs, and Toya rushes down the stairs.

“Did someone die?!” He snaps, his eyes wild, and Harumichi shakes his head.

“No, no. I’m sorry. Just… Narin, can you…” He starts, and Narin glides toward his office.

Toya looks at him, and Harumichi motions for him.

“Sit down.”

Toya looks at him confusedly, but he steps over.

He gently sits down, and he looks at Harumichi again.

“What is it?”

Harumichi feels his tongue start to tie up. He’s a better musician than speaker. He doesn’t know where to start.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He finally says, and Toya looks up.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He lies so easily.

When did he become so practiced in the fine art of lying? How many times has he lied without Harumichi realizing?

“Don’t lie to me.”

And Toya just… sighs.

“…Why?” He asks.

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you see me for who I am?”

Harumichi tilts his head.

“What are you talking about? You’re my child, I—”

“That’s it!” Toya snaps. “That’s it! You see me as nothing but your child! As that little boy! Father, in less than two years, I’ll be a man! Why can’t you see me as such?!”

Harumichi shakes his head.

“You’ll understand when you have children of your own. You could be 50, you’ll still be my child.”

Toya tenses up, and his fingers slip into his hair.

“Look at me.” He pleads. “Please, look at me! See me for who I truly am, not who I was!”

Harumichi shakes his head.

“Toya, that is one thing I cannot do!”

Toya chuckles.

“Of course. Of course you can’t. This is why I didn’t want to talk about it. You’ll never allow me to fly free from the birdcage.”

He stalks away, and Harumichi sighs.

Just… sighs.

He’s not a man. He doesn’t understand that he’s not a man yet.

When Harumichi was his age, he made mistake after mistake and almost lost everything until he fell into Narin’s arms. Almost lost his life.

Hatsuaki took after Narin. Kamui’s always marched to the beat of his own drum.

But Toya, he’s just like Harumichi. Despite how they both deny that to each other.

He’s young. He’s desperate.

And he’s going to fall into the wrong arms. The arms of a devil, rather than an angel.

But he can stop history from being twisted. He can keep him away from that devil as much as he can.

And when he taps out those notes, it’s that perfect sonata again.

hi im back for more.. 5 for the angst starters with toya and harumichi.. (or maybe 14..)

5. “You don’t own me.”/14. “I give up. You won.”

The day Toya came home with tears in his eyes and a bruised cheek was shaping up to be the worst day of Harumichi’s life.

He had just tried to offer some polite advice, but Toya had barricaded his door so Harumichi couldn’t get in.

“You don’t own me, Father! I’ll find something else to do with my life!”

But as the days went on, the resistance only slowed.

And even as Toya tried to fit in with Tsukasa’s troupe, which is much better in Harumichi’s eyes than being a street musician, he kept mumbling about something being off.

And eventually, Toya walks in with a look in his eyes.

“I give up.” He sighs. “You win. You’re right. I was born to be an instrument. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“What happened to being a part of Tsukasa’s troupe?” Harumichi responds, and Toya sighs.

“Tsukasa-senpai doesn’t need me. He never has. His troupe is so perfectly structured and set up, there’s no room for me. There’s no place for me anywhere but at the piano.”

And true to his word, Toya does begin daily practice again. He does his work, plays the piano, goes to school, and nothing else.

Tsukasa keeps trying to drag him to his troupe, but it doesn’t work. Toya slowly stops accepting his calls, and that’s what starts to make Harumichi’s chest tighten.

He… doesn’t want to speak to Tsukasa.

And finally, he notices the light in Toya’s eyes has vanished.

It’ll be back, he tells himself. It’ll be back and Toya will be himself again. The music will save him.

But Toya’s never quite himself again.

And for the first time since Harumichi was a child too scared to be himself, he doesn’t know what to do.

idk if you still want to take requests for the angsty sentence starter thing, but maybe 1 for akitoya, and then 13 and 17 for toya and harumichi? you can pick one or all of them haha

YES YES I AM THANK YOU GREAT PROMPT CHOICE I LIKED THIS :DD

1: “I’m just so afraid.”

Fuck. Fuck.

Akito can’t breathe.

He has to practice. He has to keep going.

The night stretches out, and that’s just another reminder of how Akito can’t stop.

Chasing that moon. That… gorgeous, delicate moon.

There’s so much fear in his chest. It’s suffocating.

That gentle voice is ringing in his head, saying words that make Akito’s heart shatter. Cutting him every time he tries to pick up the pieces.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you grew up and stopped chasing some tiny event that no-one’s even heard of outside of this town?”

It was a long time ago. Akito knows that. But…

But it’s still ringing in his head. He can’t stop it.

And that face is in his vision. Bruised and cold.

So cold.

He’s a terrible partner.

That voice keeps ringing in his head no matter how hard he sings.

And it’s only getting louder. Louder and louder.

“Akito!”

It’s almost like… he’s here…

His eyes flutter shut, and there are suddenly arms around him.

He doesn’t even need to see them. He knows those manicured fingers and long arms.

“…How’d you know?” Akito asks, and Toya chuckles softly.

“Partner sense.” He responds, but then his tone changes. “What are you doing, Akito?”

“Practicing.” Akito sighs.

“That wasn’t practice. That was… dangerous. Violent. Your voice was a honed blade.”

“Oh, come on. You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I?”

Akito stays silent, and Toya sighs.

“I’m afraid, Akito. I’m just so afraid for you.”

There’s another pang in Akito’s chest, and…

And Akito doesn’t know what to do.

So he just stays silent. In Toya’s arms. Feeling the pain that’s shared between them.

“Come home with me. My parents are out, we can play Pokémon or something.”

And Akito wants to tell him that he needs to keep practicing. That he’s also afraid. That he’s scared that Toya will leave him again, for good this time.

But he knows his partner. He won’t let that go.

So instead he just laughs softly and opens his eyes.

“Okay.”

And again, the pain continues. But that’s alright.

It’s alright for now.

13. “You never listen to me.”/17. “I have to leave.”

It’s always so… messy whenever Harumichi and Toya get into a fight.

Toya’s pacing the floor back and forth, an intense expression on his face.

It’s like looking in a mirror.

“You never listen to me!” Toya starts, his eyes flashing with a cold fire. “Why?! Why can’t you understand, Father?!”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.” Harumichi simply says, keeping his own temper under control.

It should come like second nature, but there’s a strange bubbling in his chest.

He’s a child. There’s no reason to yell.

But Toya keeps going, and he can’t keep repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Insolent child! You’re so stubborn!”

“Pot, meet kettle!” Toya snaps back. “Yes, I’m so stubborn! It’ll lead me to ruin! Then to my ruin I shall go! Why do you insist on dictating my life?!”

“Because for us, there is no other path for happiness than classical music!”

“No other path?! If someone told you that your only path to happiness was to be a doctor, when you can barely stand going to the hospital to see Saki, would your heart not strain to be free?!”

That sentence… breaks something in Harumichi.

And there’s an echo in his head.

That grating voice.

“Worthless, worthless, worthless! God, why did I have to be cursed with a child like you?!”

“That’s different.” Harumichi says, almost robotically, and Toya’s entire body tenses up.

“You don’t even care, do you? All you want is for me to be made in your image! I need to leave, I’ll be at the Tenmas’!”

Toya walks out the door and slams it behind him, and Harumichi collapses onto the couch.

He’ll never understand, will he?

That this is the only path for their family. It’s what they’re meant to do, and people will try to pull them away from it all their lives.

And they’ll go, for only a pinch of that sweet thing called love.

Fate has decided it long ago.

And all Harumichi can do is try to drag Toya back from that pain, that torture before it’s too late.

Chapters: 1/1 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: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoyagi Harumichi/Aoyagi Touya’s Mother, Aoyagi Harumichi & Tenma Saki and Tsukasa's Mother Characters: Aoyagi Harumichi, Aoyagi Touya's Mother, Tenma Saki and Tsukasa's Mother, Aoyagi Touya, Tenma Tsukasa Additional Tags: No idk why I wrote this either Summary:

Somewhere there's a girl who’s like the shimmer of the wind upon the water. Somewhere there's a girl who's like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea. Somewhere there's a girl who's like a swell of endless music. Somewhere she is singing, and her song is meant for me.

 Or: How an opera singer taught Harumichi Aoyagi what it was like to feel alive.