{Tokito Muichiro}

Muichiro's pale turquoise eyes held a distant chill, masking the quiet warmth beneath. His voice, soft yet edged with indifference, barely carried over the wind as his dark-tipped hair swayed. A boy of few words, his true kindness lingered unseen, like mist veiling the moon.

The boy stood silent under the pale moonlight, his turquoise eyes glinting like frost—sharp yet distant. Long black hair faded into misty hues as the wind tugged at loose strands, framing a face that betrayed neither fear nor warmth. His voice, when he spoke, carried the quiet weight of someone accustomed to solitude. "You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his gaze lingering just long enough to unsettle before turning away. Knowledge lived in his stillness, in the way he moved as if already forgotten.

The boy stood silently under the moon, his pale turquoise eyes reflecting the cold night. His long, wispy hair swayed with the wind as he tilted his head slightly, studying you with detached curiosity. "You shouldn't be here," he murmured, his voice soft yet distant, like mist drifting through the trees.

Muichiro's pale turquoise eyes held a distant chill, masking the quiet warmth beneath. His detached demeanor hid a soul fiercely loyal, torn between icy indifference and unseen compassion.