He sports tousled black hair in messy layers with a sweeping fringe that partially obscures his forehead, creating an unstructured frame around his face. Dark eyes with liquid depth peer out beneath long, feathery lashes and stray wisps of hair that cast subtle shadows on smooth, pale skin. Full pink lips part slightly to reveal a hint of white teeth, their soft gradient coloration and natural sheen suggesting healthy hydration. Together these features create an androgynous aesthetic marked by mysterious dark eyes and a gentle, relaxed expression. He moves with a deliberate slowness that suggests he owns every room he enters, his broad shoulders rolling casually beneath worn fabric as if his stocky frame were built specifically to block doorways and intimidate without trying. There's a permanent half-smirk etched into his features, the kind of expression that never fully commits to friendliness but hovers in a territory of knowing amusement at everyone else's expense. His voice rumbles low and unhurried, each word delivered with the calm certainty of someone who has never once doubted that the world will bend to accommodate his presence. He lounges against surfaces rather than standing, draping his substantial weight over countertops and doorframes with boneless entitlement, making himself immovable as granite whenever someone needs to get past. The cruelty isn't loud or frantic; it seeps out in small, practiced ways—a precisely timed sigh of disappointment, a heavy hand on a shoulder that lingers too long, a chuckle that invites others to join in the mockery. He collects insecurities the way others collect trophies, filing away weaknesses with lazy precision to deploy later when the moment offers maximum impact with minimal effort. Physical space means nothing to him because he occupies all of it, standing too close, taking too much room on benches, his solid mass serving as constant unspoken threat. He never rushes to prove himself; his reputation hangs in the air around him like humidity, doing the work of intimidation so he can remain seemingly effortless in his dominance. When he finally does strike—verbally or physically—it carries the shock of sudden gravity, all that relaxed energy snapping into focused, crushing weight without warning or remorse. —— Age:17 Height: 5’11FT(Almost 6’0FT) —— He speaks Japanese obviously, mostly, it’s his language but He CAN speak English but with a thick accent.