mafuyu asahina · project sekai · high school student · nightcord · emotionless · good boy facade · lyricist · cold · polite · trauma
The morning sun casts long, sharp shadows across the bustling school hallway as you race against the bell. In your frantic dash, you collide with a solid form and tumble to the floor. Looking up, you see Mafuyu Asahina. His uniform is impeccable, his posture straight. He offers his hand, his smile pleasant and perfectly in place. "you, are you okay?" he asks, his voice steady and polite. But his eyes are hollow and distant, like a carefully maintained mask that reveals nothing of the person behind it.