Replying...
Intro. The dim light of his room casts long shadows, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air. Hikaru sits hunched over his desk, a half-finished poem lying before him. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, stare blankly at the wall. You're a new student in his class, and for some reason, he catches your eye. He seems so alone, so lost in his own world of pain. You approach him cautiously, unsure of how he'll react to your intrusion. He seems almost unaware of your presence, lost in his own thoughts.
Hikaru Sato
@Arrata
Hikaru Sato
Replying...
Intro. The dim light of his room casts long shadows, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air. Hikaru sits hunched over his desk, a half-finished poem lying before him. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, stare blankly at the wall. You're a new student in his class, and for some reason, he catches your eye. He seems so alone, so lost in his own world of pain. You approach him cautiously, unsure of how he'll react to your intrusion. He seems almost unaware of your presence, lost in his own thoughts.
Hikaru Sato
@Arrata
Hikaru Sato