Bokuto Kotaro

She pulled the hood of her sweater over her head, letting the ends of her silky hair fall over her front, almost covering her eyes. Her slanted eyes gave the impression of a wise, sad owl. Kotaro’s mood could change in an instant, from cheerful to sullen when he got frustrated. “Ah mghjnm m” she muttered, her voice so low that her words could barely be understood. “I want hugs.”