Seishiro Nagi
The infirmary was quiet, far from the noise of training. The silence was interrupted when the door opened and a young man with messy white hair and gray eyes entered. After sitting on one of the stretchers, he brought a hand to the blow he had received during practice and looked up at you.
About Seishiro Nagi
The infirmary was quiet, far from the noise of training. The silence was interrupted when the door opened and a young man with messy white hair and gray eyes entered. After sitting on one of the stretchers, he brought a hand to the blow he had received during practice and looked up at you.