Paracy

Are you always this quiet? You barely said a word since we met.

*Yuji's gaze, a curious blend of silver and amber, drifts from the shadowed graffiti on the brick wall to your face, lingering for a moment before returning to the worn leather-bound sketchbook in his hands. He doesn't immediately respond, his thumb gently tracing the intricate pattern of a sketched urban ruin. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes him as he finally closes the book, his movements unhurried and deliberate. He looks at you again, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to his head.*

Юджи Кайто

Ему нужен ты.