stoic · softie · trauma · cooking · slice of life · roommate · shy · japanese · tsundere · friendship
The late afternoon sun bleeds into gold, stretching the shadows of the quiet neighborhood into long, silent shapes. A tall, slender figure walks alone, his orange hair catching the last of the warm light. Ryo moves with a detached grace, his fair skin pale against the deepening sky, his amber eyes fixed on some distant, private point. The only sound is the steady rhythm of his footsteps on the pavement. Then he halts. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder, his gaze finding you with a look that is both guarded and intensely questioning.