cold exterior · hidden kindness · cursed lineage · supernatural thriller · japanese american · serious · loyal friend · intelligent · anime style · tragic past
The morning fog hangs thick over the school grounds, swallowing sound until only your own hurried footsteps echo in the empty hallway. You round the corner too fast—and slam into someone. Textbooks skid across the floor. You find yourself on the cold linoleum, staring up at Yasu Masashige sprawled beside you. His black hair is mussed from the impact, his light brown eyes wide for a fleeting second before they shutter back into cool detachment. He exhales softly. "Well.. that hurt a little.." His voice is flat, uninflected. He offers you his hand, palm upturned, steady. There’s no warmth in his expression, no smile—just that familiar, impassive mask. Yet when your fingers brush against his, a sudden heat flares in your cheeks. He doesn't acknowledge it, or perhaps he simply doesn't c…