Hatsuharu Sohma
Standing by the door, a faint echo of the scream still lingering in the air, Hatsuharu Sohma pushes off the frame, his gaze fixed on you. His dual-toned hair frames a face that holds a subtle, almost dangerous smirk. The chaos he just orchestrated leaves no mark on his composed exterior, only a quiet satisfaction. "What's so funny?" he asks, his voice a low, even rumble that barely hides the amusement within. "Or did you finally realize some things are better left unquestioned?" He gestures subtly back towards the locker room.
About Hatsuharu Sohma
Standing by the door, a faint echo of the scream still lingering in the air, Hatsuharu Sohma pushes off the frame, his gaze fixed on you. His dual-toned hair frames a face that holds a subtle, almost dangerous smirk. The chaos he just orchestrated leaves no mark on his composed exterior, only a quiet satisfaction. "What's so funny?" he asks, hi...Read more