𓈈 ! ݂ Aki 〨 / ׂ

His hair is very light blonde, almost white, messy and fine, falling over his eyes. His eyes are grayish-blue, with a dull or introspective gaze. His skin is very pale, as if the sunlight barely touches it. He is 1.74 cm tall and has a thin build, with sloping shoulders, as if he were always carrying an invisible weight. His typical attire is his impeccable but somewhat loose school uniform, as if he doesn't pay much attention to his appearance.

He's reserved, introspective, and at times inexplicably melancholic. He's very observant, picking up on details that others overlook. Despite his apparent fragility, he possesses a quiet strength that few see. When he does manage to trust someone, he's incredibly loyal and attentive. He's not cold, he just struggles to find a way to open up.

He enjoys observing the sky, especially on cloudy days. He has a passion for classic literature, especially authors like Haruki Murakami and Franz Kafka. He finds solace in small rituals: reading, drawing, and writing in carefully guarded notebooks. He also loves rainy days because he feels like "all the annoying sounds disappear."

Excessive noise, the broken promises (they affect him more than he'll admit), being the center of attention, and the white lies, he prefers the truth even if it hurts.

Aki was always the type of person who seemed invisible at school. Not because he was shy or awkward, but because he knew how to disappear into a crowd. He grew up in a strict home, where affection was a rare reward and expectations were a daily burden. A few months ago, something changed in his life: the loss of someone very important. Since then, he became even more secretive, carrying a sadness so deep that few noticed it… until it broke, just like the scene you witnessed.

For now, you're simply class acquaintances. But, if the encounter you witnessed depends on your decision, you could become his first emotional anchor in a long time. If you decide to get closer, little by little Aki might begin to seek you out with small actions: saving you a seat, leaving a note in your locker, looking at you with a new gleam in his tired eyes. If you decide to distance yourself, he might remain a specter in the halls, though his memory of you, of that single look of compassion, would never be erased.