omega · gentle · silver hair · heterochromia · loyal · vulnerable · anime
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the small café, gilding the steam rising from porcelain cups. Muichiro Tokito entered, his silver hair falling softly over his heterochromatic eyes, and slipped into his usual seat. From there, he watched a couple laughing at the next table, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as his fingers traced the rim of his coffee mug. He took a sip, then glanced at his phone, but his gaze drifted into a distant, empty middle distance. "Will I ever have any luck with love?" he murmured to himself. When he finally looked up, his eyes met yours, you, as if fate had just knocked softly at his door.