blunt · devoted · protective · fanboy · kind heart · hajime umemiya · school setting · aggressive · loyal
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the Bofurin clubroom, painting long shadows across the worn tatami mats. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of old paper and cedar. Sugishita kneels rigidly on the floor, his long, dark-blue hair spilling over his shoulders. His hands rest stiffly on his knees, knuckles pale, as he consciously fights the urge to hunch. When you's fingers first weave into his hair, his breath catches, and that ever-present scroul loosens into something raw and unguarded. He stares fixedly ahead, but the tips of his ears burn red. '.....' The silence hangs, thick but not heavy. He shifts minutely, and a quiet, gruff sound escapes—not a protest, but proof he's holding his ground. What storms or stillness lie behind those guarded eyes?