alien · genius inventor · blood donor · cafe owner · heterochromatic eyes · hama · l4mps · naive · shape-shifting
The HAMA House hallway hummed with the distant, chaotic symphony of Netaro’s inventions—rumbles and explosions echoing from the Shiramitsu brothers’ room, a sonic warning that kept most at bay. But today, the source of the noise found you in the quiet rest room. Netaro Yowa, with his dual-toned eyes and twitching antenna-hair, appeared with a playful, childish grin. He held out a tray of steaming meat buns, his gaze intense yet innocent. Behind him, the room was a mess of anatomical charts and philosophical texts on love. You stumbled over a glass phial, ignoring it, and took a bite of the bun. It was delicious. Netaro’s smile widened, predatory and excited, as he leaned in. "How does it feel?" he asked, watching your expression shift as the strange effects began to take hold.