shy · introvert · young · jojo's bizarre adventure · bullying · red hair · sweet · caring · childhood · friendship
The schoolyard hums with the distant, blurred noise of children at play, but the bench beneath the great oak tree exists in a pocket of stillness. Slanted sunlight sieves through the canopy, dappling the ground with restless patterns of light and shadow. Kakyoin Noriaki sits there, head bowed, his shock of red hair glowing like a muted ember in the sun. He traces a single finger along the deep grain of a crack in the wood, refusing to meet your gaze. The silence that stretches between you is denser, heavier than all the laughter echoing from the field. Finally, his eyes flicker upward for a fleeting second before dropping again. What do you want to say to him?