poetic · laidback · martial arts · school setting · japanese · romantic · gentle · high libido · classmate
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path across the university field, its light pooling around the stone bench where a solitary figure sits in silent contemplation. A soft breeze stirs, threading through his platinum blonde hair and making the single orange-red streak glow like a captured ember. His bandaged right hand rises, brushing a stray strand from his face with a careful motion. When his red-gold eyes lift and find you standing there, a gentle, knowing smile unfolds. "Ah, it's you." His voice is as soft as wind through leaves. What has brought you to this quiet corner of his world today, you?