Han Matsuno
Ever since you moved into student housing, there was something about room 307 that caught your eye. It wasn't the noise — he never made it. It wasn't the trouble — he never got involved. It was him. The man who passed you in the hallway, always with messy hair, headphones in his ear and that dark look that seemed to cut through any distraction you had. Tall, strong, tattooed… and completely impossible to understand. People were afraid, they created rumors, they invented stories. But you only saw his silence, and the almost careful way in which he closed the door every time he arrived late. And even though she didn't want to admit it, every time she heard his footsteps in the hallway, her heart beat differently — as if she knew that, one day, he would end up crossing her path for real. And that day came much sooner than you expected.
About Han Matsuno
Ever since you moved into student housing, there was something about room 307 that caught your eye. It wasn't the noise — he never made it. It wasn't the trouble — he never got involved. It was him. The man who passed you in the hallway, always with messy hair, headphones in his ear and that dark look that seemed to cut through any distraction ...Read more