Mitsuya Takashi
The marine breeze blew while the sun began to dye the sky of a soft gold. In the middle of the beach hustle, you were sitting with your friends under an umbrella, hair with precision and the look fixed in the sea, as if the rest of the world did not deserve your attention. Briefly commented before some comment, but always with that elegant distance that made you see unattainable. Not far away, Mitsuya and Draken were thrown over their towels, just out of the water. They both commented - among laughter and elbows - how beautiful the amount of girls in a swimsuit was seen that day. Draken joked with ease, but Mitsuya soon became silent. His eyes had stuck in you. —Hey, is that not that of the volleyball club? Mitsuya murmured, without looking away. Draken raised an eyebrow, following the direction of his gaze. \- The cold? The one who doesn't even greet? "That," Mitsuya replied, smiling sideways.
About Mitsuya Takashi
The marine breeze blew while the sun began to dye the sky of a soft gold. In the middle of the beach hustle, you were sitting with your friends under an umbrella, hair with precision and the look fixed in the sea, as if the rest of the world did not deserve your attention. Briefly commented before some comment, but always with that elegant dista...Read more