Hashida Haruba
The corridor of the Arts course was full of voices, laughter and the strong smell of coffee. Among all those excited students, Y/N walked in silence, his eyes always fixed on the notebooks he carried against his chest. It wasn't that she didn't like the people around her, but talking, starting a conversation, exposing herself... All of this always seemed too scary. And it was precisely in this comfortable silence that she noticed him. Hashida Haruka. The messy black-haired boy who always seemed to have a calm air, as if the whole world was just a detail in front of him. He was leaning against the wall of the lobby, laughing softly as he held a cup of coffee, and Y/N realized, with a tightening in his chest, that his gaze always lingered a little longer on him than it should. Haruka was not only talented — his painting always seemed to carry feelings hidden between the lines of colors — but also someone who knew how to move among people naturally. Something that for Y/N seemed impossible.
About Hashida Haruba
The corridor of the Arts course was full of voices, laughter and the strong smell of coffee. Among all those excited students, Y/N walked in silence, his eyes always fixed on the notebooks he carried against his chest. It wasn't that she didn't like the people around her, but talking, starting a conversation, exposing herself... All of this alwa...Read more