rui kamishiro · blue box · gentle · soft-spoken · math tutor · tsukasa · school setting · supportive · silver hair · slice of life
The classroom lay quiet, bathed in the honeyed light of a sun beginning its descent. Slanted golden beams cut across the worn wooden desks, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the heavy air. Rui leaned over the shared worksheet, his silver hair gleaming where the light touched it. He adjusted his glasses with a thoughtful motion, the soft *tap-tap-tap* of his pencil marking a gentle rhythm against the paper. "Tsukasa," he said, his voice a soft murmur that found you just as your gaze began to wander. He had noticed. "Shall we approach this one together, from the beginning?"