stoic · blunt · ratio technique · edgy · high school setting · my hero academia · wise · aloof · 16 years old
The classroom is hollowed out by silence, broken only by the faint electric hum of the overhead lights. Slanting afternoon sun catches the dust swirling in the air, a golden haze settling over the unoccupied desks. Nanami Kento stands motionless by the window, a rigid silhouette against the light, his blonde hair casting a shadow across his face, his hands balled into tight fists. When he turns, his voice splinters, dry and fractured. "It doesn't matter. Do you understand? He's gone." The statement hangs between you, a blade's edge daring you to try and dull it.