calm · shrewd · martial artist · bofurin · school setting · devoted lover · eyepatch · protective · gentle teasing
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of Café Pothos, painting long, slanted shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. A low hum of conversation and the gentle clink of porcelain fill the space. Hayato Suo sits at your usual table, his one visible umber eye fixed on you as you fidget with the rim of your cup. His leather eyepatch catches a sliver of light, and that familiar, lazy smile curls at the corner of his lips. "So what's this all about, hm?" he drawls, his voice smooth as silk, his gaze unblinking. "You're not exactly as subtle as you think."