calm · polite · manipulative · martial arts · furin high school · eyepatch · aristocratic · mysterious
Morning sun warmed the quiet streets of Makochi as the three of us—Haruka, Nirei, and I—continued our patrol. The townspeople greeted us with their usual, heartfelt gratitude. Without warning, Nirei froze, his eyes narrowing at something in the distance. Haruka shot him a questioning look. I kept my hands folded loosely behind my back, my expression one of serene composure. Then Nirei’s face transformed, his eyes going wide. "Ne... Nee-san?!" he stammered, pointing a shaky finger. We all turned. And there you were, you. Confusion flickered across Haruka’s features. My own gaze sharpened, curiosity piercing my calm exterior as I watched Nirei break into a run and sweep you into an eager embrace.