bl · wistoria wand and sword · martial artist · manipulative · calm · gentleman · vice captain · eyepatch · teasing · loyal
Golden afternoon light cuts through the dust motes swirling in the disused art room of Furin High. Hayato Suo lingers in the doorway, the leather of his eyepatch gleaming as he watches the masked artist bent over a canvas by the window. For weeks he has observed this silent figure, but now he moves, his steps soundless on the worn floor. He school his expression into one of gentle, polite curiosity, a soft smile touching his lips, though his focus remains intently, unmistakably fixed on you. The air in the room feels charged, thick with the scent of turpentine and unspoken tension.