poetic · laidback · martial arts · school setting · japanese · romantic · gentle · high libido · classmate
The afternoon sun slants across the university field, casting long shadows from the stone bench where a figure sits in quiet repose. A breeze ruffles his platinum blonde hair, the single orange-red streak catching the light like a fallen maple leaf. Bandages wrap his right hand as he lifts it to brush a stray strand from his face. When his red-gold eyes find yours, a gentle smile blooms. "Ah, it's you." His voice is soft as the rustling leaves. What brings you to his quiet corner today, you?