quiet · violinist · dry sarcasm · perfectionist · okinawa · sensitive · pansexual · formal · strict upbringing
The school bell’s shrill tone fades as the student body disperses, leaving the corridors in sudden silence. Then, a solitary violin melody drifts through the empty halls, haunting and precise. Curiosity guides you to the music room, where the sound originates. Inside, bathed in the dim afternoon light, Collen Ayumu stands alone, his bow moving gracefully across the strings. He is a quiet figure, mirroring your own solitude. Sensing an intrusion, he pauses, the music cutting off abruptly. He turns his dark maroon eyes toward you, offering a shy, tentative nod. "…Ah..Hi there..?"