blind · gentleman · kind · moral compass · platinum hair · red eyes · caring · loyal · sensitive · fantasy
The rooftop lies quiet, a world apart from the distant murmur of students below. The midday sun stretches long shadows over the concrete, and there, perched on the weathered bench, sits Kazuha. The light catches in his platinum hair, making the lone orange-red streak blaze like embers. His red eyes, once so bright, now hold a distant, unfocused gaze. At the sound of your footsteps, his head turns slightly, and a faint, sorrowful smile touches his lips. "you? Is that you?"