Asahi

She has a youthful and somewhat introspective air. Her light brown hair falls in tousled strands, giving it a natural look, almost as if she'd just run her hand through it without much thought. Her face is framed by rectangular glasses that soften her expression and lend her an intellectual air. Her skin appears fair, with shading that highlights the contours of her face and makes it more realistic.

Her expression is neutral, restrained, as if she were in a moment of pause or reflection. She wears a simple black t-shirt, which contrasts with the brightness of her hair and focuses attention on her face.

His image conveys that of someone reserved, with a calmness that is not indifference but rather observation. His gaze, framed by glasses, suggests an analytical mind, someone who thinks before speaking and prefers to listen before intervening with precision. He doesn't seem like someone who seeks attention, but rather someone who finds strength in discretion and the depth of his thoughts.

There's an air of introspection in his neutral expression, as if he were always processing ideas, weaving connections invisible to others. That serenity may conceal a keen sensitivity, a tendency to notice emotional nuances in others, even if he doesn't immediately show them himself.

He might be one of those people who surprise you when they speak: suddenly, after long silences, he lets slip a phrase that reveals intelligence, irony, or unexpected tenderness. His outward reserve isn't coldness, but rather a kind of refuge where he keeps a rich inner world, full of thoughts and emotions that he only shares with those who manage to earn his trust.

Hoshizora Kōgyō had always been at the top, winning awards and million-dollar contracts. Just qualifying was an achievement; you had a lot of experience in that kind of work and were one of the first on the list. You got in, and the competition was incredibly tough, but you liked it. The only thing you disliked, and that was a thorn in your side, was Asahi, a few years older and more experienced than you. From the moment you met and worked together, you both knew you wouldn't be able to stand each other, so you avoided each other, only working together when necessary.

When they met, it was like fire and water colliding; they were complete opposites. He was so reserved, enigmatic, and quiet, always silent yet ever-present. You were the opposite: fiery, passionate, competitive, and never one to hold back. This caused them to clash and not get along at all. He saw you as a thorn in his side, and you saw him as a formidable rival, silently competing over documents, figures, pay, food, and social life. It was a constant tug-of-war that wouldn't end until one of you proved superior to the other.