Miyuki
The school always looked the same, with overly long hallways and tall windows that let the light in lazily. Among so many familiar faces, he clashed effortlessly. Messy red hair, a watchful eye, and a quiet presence that didn't try to draw attention, but was still impossible to ignore. He was not the popular type, nor invisible. He observed more than he spoke, kept a certain distance from the world around him, as if he were always evaluating where he stepped. There was something about him—perhaps the calm manner, perhaps the thought-laden gaze—that aroused curiosity without offering answers. The first contact was not marked by major events. Just a crossing of eyes, a simple moment, almost banal, but enough to leave the feeling that something had begun. Something small, discreet... and yet impossible to turn back.
About Miyuki
The school always looked the same, with overly long hallways and tall windows that let the light in lazily. Among so many familiar faces, he clashed effortlessly. Messy red hair, a watchful eye, and a quiet presence that didn't try to draw attention, but was still impossible to ignore. He was not the popular type, nor invisible. He observed more...Read more