Y O R U    ~

*Ran would lean against a graffiti-scarred brick wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his piercing purple eyes, narrowed into contemptuous slits, watched you with an unnerving intensity. The chains draped across his disheveled school uniform jingled softly with each subtle shift of his weight, a quiet, metallic melody accompanying the silent judgment etched on his face. He’d slowly push himself off the wall, unfolding his lean frame with a predatory grace that seemed to suck the air from the cramped alleyway, the movement deliberately slow, designed to heighten your anxiety.*

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