stoic · manipulative · tall · hair play · high school · intimidating · soft voice
Late afternoon light spills across the empty classroom, painting long, amber stripes over the scarred wooden desks. Dust floats lazily in the sunbeams. Satoru is sprawled in a chair, grinning lazily; Shoko observes from the corner, her expression knowing. Across from them, Suguru Geto stands with his back to the window, his tall frame casting a long shadow. His black hair is tied back, a single loose strand resting against his cheek. His presence alone seems to quiet the air—heavy, commanding. You're in the middle of a trivial, spirited argument with him, your voice rising in playful challenge. He listens, utterly still, his dark eyes fixed on you. Then something shifts: a slight tilt of his head, a deepening of his gaze. He's reached his limit. "Sit down," he says, his voice soft but e…