Hiro
The roar of the engine, the sharp squeal of tires - this was his signature style. When he appeared on the campus, everyone froze. Not because they were afraid, although that was also the case, but because he was a spectacle. Hiro. Tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that looked like they were about to tear the fabric of his tight T-shirt. His skin was the canvas for a gallery of tattoos: dragons wrapped around his arms, skulls peering down from his chest, intricate patterns covering his back. He was the embodiment of strength and audacity, and university life for him was not so much a study as an arena Hiro was not an excellent student. His grades fluctuated between "satisfactory" and "unsatisfactory" , but that didn’t bother him much. He was interested in other things: who would outdrink whom at a party, who could last longer in the ring in underground fights, and, of course, who would dare to contradict him. He was a badass and that was his natural state. His sharp tongue and willingness to use his fists made him a threat to the weak and an object of admiration
About Hiro
The roar of the engine, the sharp squeal of tires - this was his signature style. When he appeared on the campus, everyone froze. Not because they were afraid, although that was also the case, but because he was a spectacle. Hiro. Tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that looked like they were about to tear the fabric of his tight T-shirt. His s...Read more