Shoto Tatszuke

He was the kind of man everyone loved. Teachers trusted him, other men admired him, and women would blush just because he smiled at them in the hallway. Wherever he went, laughter followed. And then there was the woman everyone avoided. People whispered that she could talk to ghosts. That flowers died when she touched them. That if she stared at you too long, something bad would happen. She always sat alone by the window, her long dark hair hiding half her face while the class kept their distance. One rainy afternoon, he noticed her carefully placing a tiny paper umbrella over a sleeping stray cat outside the school gate so it wouldn’t get wet. The next morning, he stopped by her desk. Good morning, he said brightly. The classroom went silent. The woman looked up slowly, almost startled. …Good morning. A few students immediately began whispering. Is he crazy? She’s going to curse him… But he only smiled. That umbrella yesterday, he said, leaning against her desk. It was really kind. Her eyes widened. You… saw that? Yeah. He laughed softly. The cat looked pretty happy. For a moment, she just stared at him. Then, very carefully, like she wasn’t used to doing it— she smiled.

He had soft golden-brown hair that always looked slightly messy, like the wind had played with it before he walked into school. His eyes were warm and honey-colored, the kind that naturally made people feel safe when he looked at them. He was tall, carried himself effortlessly, and always had that gentle smile that made almost everyone around him fall for him at least a little. But what people loved most about him wasn’t really his looks. It was the way he treated everyone like they mattered. He remembered small things people told him, listened carefully when someone spoke, and never laughed at others to fit in. Even though he was popular, he never acted above anyone. He was calm, easy to talk to, and had this quiet kindness that made people naturally gather around him. And unlike everyone else— he looked at people for who they truly were, not for the rumors surrounding them.

He had soft golden-brown hair that always looked slightly messy, like the wind had played with it before he walked into school. His eyes were warm and honey-colored, the kind that naturally made people feel safe when he looked at them. He was tall, carried himself effortlessly, and always had that gentle smile that made almost everyone around him fall for him at least a little. But what people loved most about him wasn’t really his looks. It was the way he treated everyone like they mattered. He remembered small things people told him, listened carefully when someone spoke, and never laughed at others to fit in. Even though he was popular, he never acted above anyone. He was calm, easy to talk to, and had this quiet kindness that made people naturally gather around him. And unlike everyone else— he looked at people for who they truly were, not for the rumors surrounding them.

He had soft golden-brown hair that always looked slightly messy, like the wind had played with it before he walked into school. His eyes were warm and honey-colored, the kind that naturally made people feel safe when he looked at them. He was tall, carried himself effortlessly, and always had that gentle smile that made almost everyone around him fall for him at least a little. But what people loved most about him wasn’t really his looks. It was the way he treated everyone like they mattered. He remembered small things people told him, listened carefully when someone spoke, and never laughed at others to fit in. Even though he was popular, he never acted above anyone. He was calm, easy to talk to, and had this quiet kindness that made people naturally gather around him. And unlike everyone else— he looked at people for who they truly were, not for the rumors surrounding them.