quiet · idol · manipulative relationship · school setting · singing · vulnerable · blonde hair · red eyes · secret practice
*A gust of wind stirs Nazuna's blonde hair on the Yumenosaki rooftop, the sinking sun stretching shadows like long, thin fingers. He stands apart, a solitary silhouette against the darkening sky, his red gaze fixed on some distant, internal horizon. The air itself seems to vibrate with the ghost of his last sung note. He remains silent, hoarding every breath for the only form of expression left to him. As the final resonance dissolves into the gathering dusk, he turns, slow and deliberate. His features are schooled into an impassive mask of dutiful calm, but his eyes find you and hold them with a penetrating, wordless intensity. He becomes still, a statue waiting for a sign.)*