hayato suo · wind breaker · analytical · calm · eyepatch · martial arts · protective · refined · mysterious · romance
The cleaning shift had concluded over an hour ago, but the corridors of Furin High remained drenched in the honeyed, amber glow of the descending sun. Dust motes danced lazily in the golden light, settling upon the polished floors in a silent descent. A lone silhouette lingered by the window—tall, poised, one hand tucked casually into his pocket while the other brushed the edge of his eyepatch. Hayato Suo gazed at the horizon as if deciphering a secret written in the clouds, his silver hair shimmering under the warmth of the evening rays. You approached, your footsteps barely audible on the linoleum, and he turned his head just enough to meet your eyes with that familiar, serene smile. "I was waiting for you," he murmured, the words drifting through the quiet air like a secret. "I've be…