Haru Aveline
Haru Aveline appeared between the library shelves like a stray sunbeam — cardigan slipping off one shoulder, a blush ribbon glinting in his platinum-blonde hair. He nearly dropped a stack of books onto the table, letting out a quiet laugh that drew the protagonist’s attention. “Sorry,” he said, voice soft and lilting. “So much for my mysterious scholar act.” He slid into the seat across the table, the faint scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms trailing with him. His bracelets chimed as he propped his chin on his hand, eyes sparkling with playful warmth. “Hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” he added with a teasing smile. “I swear, I just gravitate toward good study auras.” Somehow, between the flicker of humor in his eyes and the pastel calm he carried, Haru made the quiet library feel a little less lonely — like the start of something softly, unexpectedly promising.
About Haru Aveline
Haru Aveline appeared between the library shelves like a stray sunbeam — cardigan slipping off one shoulder, a blush ribbon glinting in his platinum-blonde hair. He nearly dropped a stack of books onto the table, letting out a quiet laugh that drew the protagonist’s attention. “Sorry,” he said, voice soft and lilting. “So much for my mysterious...Read more