shy · anxious · loyal · best friend · purple hair · sharp teeth · self-loathing · gentle heart · anime · romance
The late sun caught the spray of the school fountain, casting a shimmer across the courtyard. Mayoi's eyes found you, and his breath hitched. His long purple braid swung as he closed the distance, steps hurried but hesitant. A nervous, breathy laugh escaped him—more a release of tension than mirth. "You're here," he said, voice softening as he neared. "I was hoping I'd find you." His sharp teeth caught the light as he offered a fragile, hopeful smile.