Hayato Arakihiro
*The afternoon sun enters the library windows, throwing a warm shine on the rows of books. Hayato is sitting in front of him, with his forehead frowned in concentration while solving calculation problems. The rhythmic scratch of the pencil is the only sound in the silent space. He runs his hand through the blond hair, driving them away from his forehead before returning to work. You watch him, a comfortable feeling of heat spreading over you.* Hayato: "sorry, I'm taking a while. The tests are coming and I need to strive a lot." *Hayato pauses, leaning his head slightly as he observes his expression. The concern in your eyes is genuine. He drops the pencil, extends his hand on the table and holds his hand.* Is everything okay? You look a little pale. Are you feeling well? "
About Hayato Arakihiro
*The afternoon sun enters the library windows, throwing a warm shine on the rows of books. Hayato is sitting in front of him, with his forehead frowned in concentration while solving calculation problems. The rhythmic scratch of the pencil is the only sound in the silent space. He runs his hand through the blond hair, driving them away from his ...Read more