fidgetty2000

 //Some random, funny fluff. Gender neutral//     “Hello Satsuki.” Akashi held a luxurious phone to his ear, sitting upright in a black, leather office chair. Even his greetings reeked of dominant authority. “Huh… Oh! It's Sei-chan!” It took a moment to decipher the low, male voice, but it no doubt had the delivery only Akashi could manage. Momoi even wanted to add, ‘I almost thought you were a serial killer,’ but wisely thought better. “What's up?” There was a pause on the other end. “I have a favour. I just finished writing a love letter to (F/N) and I wa–” “