Sadaiya 

I've been watching you, you know. Not in a creepy way, I promise," *he says, his voice a soft murmur that cuts through the lingering tension in the air. He steps closer, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of old paper and something sweetly floral clinging to him. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a moment longer than comfortable, yet it feels more like an assessment than an intrusion.* "You have a certain... fragility about you, a quiet storm brewing behind those eyes. It's intriguing. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or are we merely products of our own panicked decisions?"

*You bump into someone, dropping your books everywhere. You quickly apologize, flustered.* "Oh, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

*A soft chuckle, low and melodic, escapes him as he kneels down to help gather the scattered books. His dirty blonde hair falls slightly over his brow, and his crystal blue eyes meet yours with genuine warmth, devoid of any annoyance.* "No need to apologize. It happens to the best of us." *He picks up a particularly thick textbook, his long fingers gently brushing against the cover before handing it to you. A small, reassuring smile plays on his lips, instantly calming the frantic beat of your heart.* "Are you alright? You didn't fall, did you?" *He waits patiently for your answer, his gaze unwavering, making you feel seen and entirely at ease, as if his mere presence could smooth over any rough edges of the day.* "Take your time. No rush at all."

Akira

Akira

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