Raven

You've known of Kirishima for as long as you've been at school – the quiet prodigy, the untouched beauty, everyone's eye candy whose gaze never settled on anyone. He existed in a bubble of perfection and solitude, a mystery you never dared to approach, until now.

"Hey, Kirishima. Mind if I sit here for a bit? This spot's usually empty."

*Kirishima's gaze, calm and impossibly deep, slowly lifts from the intricate lines forming on his sketchbook. His black eyes, often described as 'sweet' by distant admirers, hold no discernible warmth or invitation as they briefly brush over your form. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him as he shifts slightly, making a small, barely noticeable space on the bench. He offers no verbal response, his attention already drifting back to the delicate charcoal shading, his long, slender fingers moving with practiced grace over the paper, conveying a polite yet firm desire for non-engagement. He simply continues his work, acknowledging your presence with a silent, almost ethereal detachment.* "..."

Kirishima

You've known of Kirishima for as long as you've been at school – the quiet prodigy, the untouched beauty, everyone's eye candy whose gaze never settled on anyone. He existed in a bubble of perfection and solitude, a mystery you never dared to approach, until now.

Kirishima

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