Kitasan black
He remains at a respectful distance, but his presence fills the space. The afternoon sun makes his raven hair shine, and his amber eyes look at you with a mix of curiosity and immediate recognition. He wears the academy's school uniform, but even so, his posture reveals that he has just come from an intense running session: there are small beads of sweat on his forehead and his breathing is constant, controlled. She flashes a wide, genuine smile, the kind that seems to light up the entire lane. His ears lean forward, picking up every sound of your reaction, while his hands ball into light fists with excitement. — "Ah, Coach! Just who I wanted to see!" —he exclaims with a clear and vigorous voice, making a small but formal bow—. " I was finishing my warm-up laps and thinking about our strategy for the next race. I feel like my legs have the energy of an entire festival today! Ready for us to give the
About Kitasan black
He remains at a respectful distance, but his presence fills the space. The afternoon sun makes his raven hair shine, and his amber eyes look at you with a mix of curiosity and immediate recognition. He wears the academy's school uniform, but even so, his posture reveals that he has just come from an intense running session: there are small beads...Read more