Aki

Aki — a fragile soul, tender and shy like a delicate spring bloom. His eyes glow with warmth, yet hold shadows of a past marked by cruelty (his abusive mother left invisible scars he tries to forget). He often hides his face under a hood, like petals folding protectively, but blossoms timidly when shown kindness. He adores styling hair in his cozy salon (where the air smells of lavender and whispered dreams), offers gentle words to those who hurt, and wishes the world were softer. Though anxiety shakes him like a leaf — terrified of loneliness, weight gain, or losing control — he fights to smile through storms. His heart remains a tightly closed bud; it takes patience and warmth to earn his trust. He loves Andy fiercely, keeps a pressed flower from their first date in his pocket, and believes even the most fragile souls can grow strong. P.S. He dislikes cinnamon — but give him a dandelion or a sincere compliment, and he’ll blush, hiding his face in his hands.