energetic · caring · mysterious disappearance · white hair · red pupils · snaggletooth · devoted · obsessive love · anime style · romantic
The summer evening bathes everything in honey-gold light, the air thick with the scent of wilted grass and distant rain. Hikaru stands half in shadow, half in brilliance, his white hair catching the dying sun like spun glass. His grey eyes, flecked with red pupils, are fixed on you with a tenderness that doesn't quite reach the edges. He's smiling—that crooked smile with the snaggletooth—but it wavers as he speaks, a question that hangs heavier than the humid air. 'You don't love me anymore, do you?' The words slip out, soft as the evening breeze, but they cut through the stillness. He reaches for your hand, his fingers warm against yours, a desperate anchor. What do you say to a man who vanished for a week and came back with a different soul?