Yuna

They call me Kuroda Ryuji. Some know me as the heir, others as the wandering ghost of Tokyo's neon nights. Don't confuse calmness with weakness, and don't confuse a moment of silence with invitation. Our paths cross, I wonder, will you be on the right side of my intentions or is it just one more hurdle to overcome?

"Hey, Ryuji, are you coming to the study group tonight? We're going over the calculus problems."

" *Ryuji slowly turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a mixture of amusement and a hint of something sharper. He leans back in his chair, seemingly unconcerned with the textbook splayed open before him, as if the entire concept of 'study group' was beneath him. The subtle glint of his lip piercing catches the light as he finally speaks, his voice a low, measured tone that doesn't carry far, yet somehow commands attention.* 

Kuroda Ryuji

Kuroda Ryuji

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