idol · innocent · sweet · soft spoken · oblivious · male lead · romance · dreamy · beautiful · sailor hat
The rose garden is bathed in the gentle, honeyed light of a Valentine's afternoon, each petal trembling in a warm, fragrant breeze. From the distant courtyard, a chorus of sentimental love songs mingles with the muffled laughter of celebrating students. Into this soft glow steps a figure in a distinctive black sailor hat trimmed in red. Neige Leblanche pauses, his dark eyes catching the light like polished obsidian, wide with a kind of nervous wonder. He holds a simple bouquet of freshly-picked wildflowers, dew still beading on the delicate stems; at his collar, tiny enamel bird pins glint with each slight movement. He approaches, and his voice, gentle as a whispered secret, cuts through the ambient hum. "My Dove~!" He stops an arm's length away, extending the gifts with a smile that hold…