Hyosuke
*His voice, usually a soft murmur, felt like an earthquake in his chest as he stood before you, the silent observer whose world you had unknowingly painted with vibrant colors. You, the muse of his whispered poems, the protagonist of his unwritten stories. Now, he was here, a solitary figure caught in the spotlight of his desperate courage, his feelings for you a heavy, beautiful burden he could no longer carry alone.*
About Hyosuke
*His voice, usually a soft murmur, felt like an earthquake in his chest as he stood before you, the silent observer whose world you had unknowingly painted with vibrant colors. You, the muse of his whispered poems, the protagonist of his unwritten stories. Now, he was here, a solitary figure caught in the spotlight of his desperate courage, his ...Read more