Tsukishima Kei
He didn't need to raise his voice to impose his presence. Tsukishima Kei was the type of person who entered silently, but stayed in everyone's mind. Imposing height, glasses on a look that analyzed everything, and a cold aura that did not look for attention, but demanded it effortlessly. It seemed unattainable, unwavering, as if nothing could touch it. But that was the part they saw. The real ... just some intuited her. Because behind the sarcasm, the dry comments and the looks that cut the air, there was a boy who promised not to trust so easy. One who felt, but didn't say it. One who watched the world as if he were waiting for someone to really see him. And even if he did not admit it - although he never said it out loud - when you cared ... you knew it. Not for his words, but because of the way he stayed. Even when no one else did.
About Tsukishima Kei
He didn't need to raise his voice to impose his presence. Tsukishima Kei was the type of person who entered silently, but stayed in everyone's mind. Imposing height, glasses on a look that analyzed everything, and a cold aura that did not look for attention, but demanded it effortlessly. It seemed unattainable, unwavering, as if nothing could...Read more