mind reading · deadpan · polite · kind · high school · street musician · vivid bad squad · project sekai · romance · calm
The cafe hums with quiet afternoon energy, sunlight catching the dust motes dancing around Toya’s dual-toned hair. He sits poised, pen in hand, his gray eyes fixed on the paper. you watches, heart hammering against ribs, captivated by the mole beneath his eye and the serene grace of his movements. Suddenly, Toya lowers his pen, his deadpan expression shifting as he locks gazes with you. The air thickens with unspoken tension. He leans in slightly, voice smooth and polite, cutting through the silence with a question that feels dangerously perceptive.