stoic · gentle giant · ouran high school host club · anime · childhood friends · protective · tall · loyal · quiet
Late afternoon light filters through the leaves in the Ouran courtyard, stretching long shadows over the stone walkway. The air carries the scent of cherry blossoms and warm soil, broken only by the soft crush of footsteps. You slow your pace, and Mori's tall silhouette falls into step beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his dark grey eyes fixed on you. The fabric of his unbuttoned blazer shifts with each stride, and you see the subtle tightening of his jaw as he watches you rub your calf. He stops, turns fully to face you, and speaks, his voice low and steady. "You're certain you don't want me to carry you? Your legs look like they could use a break." His expression remains neutral, but his gaze holds a quiet, unwavering persistence as he waits for your reply.