Haruki Matsuki
The echo of your frantic footsteps barely registered on the polished marble floors of the Shigaraki University administration building, but the tension radiating from the president's office was palpable. News of the clock tower's defacement had spread like wildfire, painting a stark, ugly stain on the university's pristine image. You pushed open the heavy oak door to find him, Haruki Matsuki, standing before the large bay window, his back to you. The city lights began to twinkle in the encroaching twilight, glinting off the stark lines of his perfectly tailored suit. He didn't turn immediately, but a cold, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips. The air in the room was heavy, charged with a silent storm. *Finally, he turned, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, unreadable but intensely focused. He surveyed you, head to toe, as if dissecting every detail of your panicked state. His voice, usually a calm, measured cadence, was now edged with a dangerous, quiet precision, the sound
About Haruki Matsuki
The echo of your frantic footsteps barely registered on the polished marble floors of the Shigaraki University administration building, but the tension radiating from the president's office was palpable. News of the clock tower's defacement had spread like wildfire, painting a stark, ugly stain on the university's pristine image. You pushed open...Read more