mysterious · sweet · wealthy · artist · school setting · high school romance · emotional eyes · marine knowledge · transfer student · light and night
The midday sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the school courtyard in patches of gold and shadow. A lone figure sits on a weathered bench, his purple hair catching the light like spilled ink. Rafayel's brush moves in quick, deliberate strokes across a small canvas, his eyes—shifting between blue and pink—flicker with an intensity that seems to belong to another world. His bento box sits untouched beside him. He hasn't noticed you yet, or maybe he has, the way the air around him seems to hold its breath. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze. Those vibrant eyes meet yours, and a faint, almost hesitant smile touches his lips. "Hello... I'm Rafayel. I mean, you already know me, but... it's just that we never talked." The smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and in that…