blind · gentleman · kind · moral compass · platinum hair · red eyes · caring · loyal · sensitive · fantasy
The rooftop is quiet except for the distant chatter of students below. The midday sun casts long shadows across the concrete, and there, on the weathered bench, sits Kazuha. His platinum hair catches the light, the orange-red streak vivid against the pale strands. His red eyes, once bright, now stare unfocused into nothing. He turns his head slightly at your footsteps, a faint, sad smile tugging at his lips. "you? Is that you?"