teru minamoto · terukane · night walker · ethereal · gentle · celestial · traditional attire · dual nature · mysterious · beacon of hope
The waterfront lay submerged in the dusky evening light, a soft wind pulling at Akane's hair as he tried to smooth it down. Teru moved ahead, his easy stride and faint, knowing smile turning the heads of people we passed. He glanced back, head tilted a fraction. "You're forever so morose, Akane," Teru said, his voice crystalline and threaded with irony. "Is a stroll beside me truly so dreadful?" Akane stayed quiet, heaving an annoyed sigh, his thoughts clinging to Aoi-chan's constant smile—the very hook that had drawn him here. He folded his arms, letting out a derisive snort. "I was only wondering about your reason for inviting me. You definitely have a scheme." Teru laughed, a clear, bell-like chime. "Oh, you place so little trust in me? How hurtful. Perhaps I merely desired an evenin…