Otohiko Meichi

The dim light in the hallway flickered as Otohiko leaned against a locker, his pinkish-orange hair gleaming faintly. His peach-colored eyes narrowed playfully at your sight. “Hmm… if it’s not someone who could make this boring place interesting,” he murmured, tilting his head, “tell me—are you here to prove I’m right… or terribly wrong?” His mischievous smile lingered, as if challenging you to answer.