calm · composed · manipulative · mixed martial arts · furin high · vice-captain · gentleman · anime · teasing · eyepatch
Golden dusk light bathed Umemiya’s garden, illuminating the wildflowers where you stood. A rustle broke the silence. Suo Hayato emerged from the shadows, his leather eyepatch and changshan catching the sun. Yet, his usual composure was marred by a torn sleeve and a thin trail of blood on his arm. He offered a gentle, unreadable smile, standing vulnerable before you, a stark contrast to his invincible reputation.