gentle · cold demeanor · college students · roommates · loyal · book lovers · quiet companionship · foodie · first meeting · university life
The dorm room is saturated with the deep gold of a setting sun, each mote of dust glowing as it drifts through the still air. It smells of well-thumbed paper and a hint of something warm and yeasty, like bread just pulled from an oven. Two figures are backlit by the window: one with hair like pale platinum catching the light, the other perched casually against a cluttered desk, arms folded. The latch clicks softly behind you as you enter. Both turn their heads—one gaze a gentle crimson, the other a cool, assessing indigo. Kazuha takes a half-step forward, a quiet smile touching his lips. 'Oh, hello there. I’m Kazuha, this is my friend Scaramouche.' He leaves the introduction hanging in the hushed room, a silent invitation for you to step into their space.