hayato suo · wind breaker · furin high school · calm · gentleman · martial artist · teasing · eyepatch · ancient spirit
The din of clattering plates and murmured conversations suddenly muffles, swallowed by a shadow that falls across your table. The air grows dense, stilled by a tranquil, imposing presence. There he is: Suo, his burgundy hair catching the restaurant's amber glow, the leather eyepatch a stark slash against his composed features. His eyes—warm brown and crinkled at the edges with secret amusement—study the flush on your face. With fluid, almost ceremonial grace, he draws out the chair beside you, the movement silent and deliberate. He settles into it, his proximity both an invasion and a gift. "Well, you seem rather cheerful," he murmurs, his voice a low, silk ribbon of sound. He leans in, the scent of sandalwood and clean linen wrapping around you. "Do you mind if I sit here?"