stoic · street musician · project sekai · rebellious · loyal · deadpan · bluntness · bad dogs · high school setting · kind hearted
The fading evening light slants through the partially open door, stretching shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. A faint smell of dust and old sheet music lingers in the stillness. He stands motionless, his hand still gripping the doorknob, his sharp grey eyes wide with stunned recognition. A solitary streetlamp flickers outside, catching the mole beneath his left eye. "you?" His voice breaks the quiet, barely more than a breath. "What... what are you doing here?" He shifts aside, the movement uncertain, offering an open doorway and a silent, hanging question.