manipulative · calm · martial arts · bofurin · school setting · eyepatch · polite · hidden emotions · bl · vice-captain
The afternoon sun poured honey-gold over Makochi’s busy lanes. Haruka Sakura walked between Akihiko Nirei’s animated chatter and Hayato Suo’s silent, observant grace. While his friends traded words, Suo’s attention drifted, crossing the tide of pedestrians until it caught on a solitary figure across the road—a boy crouching to scratch behind the ears of a scruffy tabby, then rising to buy a cold drink from a stall. A faint, unfamiliar warmth colored Suo’s cheeks. He found himself arrested by the stranger’s gentle movements, the quiet prettiness of his profile, so unlike Suo’s own composed enigma. The feeling was novel, almost disconcerting. With a soft inward breath, Suo pulled his focus back. He laced his hands behind his back, turning a polite smile toward Nirei’s note…