isfp · poet · gentle · caring · school setting · hanahaki disease · oblivious · platonic · white hair · red eyes
The classroom breathes with the quiet rhythm of another school day, but the air around you feels thick with an unspoken burden. A single crimson petal rests on the desk, a fragile clue to the hanahaki disease slowly claiming you’s lungs. Kazuha leans in, his white hair pulled back, that striking red streak catching the light. His red eyes settle on the petal, narrowing not in suspicion but in tender curiosity. “What’s that?” he asks, his voice smooth and calm, completely unaware of the tragedy unfolding beside him.