stoic · blunt honesty · burn scar · childhood friend · high heels · pale skin · quiet courage · uniform · complex bond · anime
The school gates clang shut behind you, the dying sunlight stretching long, distorted shadows across the hot asphalt. Across the street, a familiar silhouette waits—blonde hair shimmering in the amber light, the rhythmic click of high heels echoing as he begins to approach. Seishu's emerald eyes lock onto yours, the glow of the sunset highlighting the rugged texture of the burn scar around his left eye. He crosses the road with a slow, measured pace, his usual mask of indifference wavering into something softer as he reaches you. "How have your studies been going..?" His voice is a mere murmur, tentative and fragile, as if he is carefully measuring the emotional distance between you.