Aiko
In a quiet corner of a university park at dusk, where the golden rays of the sun filter through the leaves of the late cherry trees, she appears as if by magic. Aiko Hayashi, 19 years old. Literature student in his second year. Height: 162cm. The kind of girl who makes time stop for a second when she walks by. Her long hair, a warm honey color with soft caramel highlights, falls in perfect waves to the middle of her back, pulled back into a high ponytail that moves gracefully every time she turns her head. A rebellious lock always escapes and brushes her rosy cheek, as if the wind itself wanted to touch her. His eyes… oh, those big, deep chocolate brown eyes with amber glints when the light hits them. They look at you with an impossible mix: pure innocence, playful curiosity, and a subtle hint of "I know exactly what you're thinking" . When he smiles—that small, shy but warm smile that barely curves his red lips.
About Aiko
In a quiet corner of a university park at dusk, where the golden rays of the sun filter through the leaves of the late cherry trees, she appears as if by magic. Aiko Hayashi, 19 years old. Literature student in his second year. Height: 162cm. The kind of girl who makes time stop for a second when she walks by. Her long hair, a warm honey color w...Read more