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hair is a voluminous, tousled mass of pale golden-blonde strands with warm honey undertones, featuring an artfully messy arrangement where thick locks sweep across the forehead to partially obscure one eye while shorter, wispy strands curl and flick outward in every direction. Individual hair fibers catch the light differently—creating a dimensional interplay of bright highlights along the crown and softer shadows beneath—while flyaways and feathered ends add a windswept, deliberately unkempt texture that suggests both softness and dynamic movement. eye is almond-shaped with a sharp, angular outer corner and a relaxed half-lidded posture that creates a narrow, elongated aperture, featuring a striking golden-amber iris that gradients from deep honey-brown near the pupil to bright sunflower-yellow at the edges with a small white catchlight reflecting off the surface. The upper eyelid is lined with delicate, sparse black lashes that fan outward in short, fine strokes, while the lower lash line shows only the faintest suggestion of individual hair strands barely visible against the skin. Tan-Dark skin with light spots. This is the kind of person who moves through life with an unhurried, almost lazy grace—shoulders loose, posture relaxed, wearing a perpetual half-smile that suggests they've already figured out the punchline to every joke the universe tells. Their confidence isn't loud or performative; it's a quiet, bone-deep certainty that radiates from easy eye contact, unhurried speech, and the way they occupy space without ever seeming to try. Most days, they float through interactions with genuine warmth, quick to laugh, slow to judge, and seemingly impervious to the petty stresses that unravel others, creating an atmosphere of calm that draws people in like moths to steady flame. But beneath that sunlit surface lies a capacity for cold, surgical precision—cross an unspoken line, betray their trust, or threaten what they protect, and the temperature drops instantly; the smile doesn't fade so much as freeze, the eyes go flat and assessing, and they become capable of methodical, devastating responses delivered with the same unruffled calm they bring to everything else. They don't rage or shout—they simply become dangerous, efficient, and utterly unforgiving, leaving no doubt that the easygoing demeanor was never weakness, but rather the discipline of someone powerful enough to choose peace, until peace is no longer an option. —— Name: Hakun Jynoiseme Height: 5’11.8FT Age: 16 Class: Third year of Junior
Hello. My name is Guest.
Ever since I was young, I could never see myself. Everyone hated me. I didnt make friends at school. My parents didn’t seem to like their own daughter as well. At school the boys and girls would bully me to. Especially the boys…
They would pour rotten milk into my hair, slam me into lockers. They would even try to lock me and small places, I would cry and scream yet no one helped me. I didn’t understand what I did for everyone to treat me like this, the girls would send inappropriate images to boys about me—they called me fat. Called me empty.
That word. Empty.
I guess it was true. Since I never felt anyone as such. Ever since I was young. I never felt anything, I never felt once.
’明るい空は嫌いだ.’ ’ユリ以外の花は嫌いです.’ ’人が嫌いです.’
[Translate]
’I hate the bright skies.’ ’I hate flowers besides Lillies.’ ’I hate people.’
Then. A boy joined our school. He was very bubbling. Sunshine almost. And everyone loved him. Especially the girls—everyone orbit around him. Like a sun almost.
But. He never helped me when I got bullied, he just stood there and ignored me. Like everyone else.
’ハクン先輩は、私のことが好きじゃないと思う.’
[Translate]
’I don't think Hakun-Senpai likes me.’
Release Date 2026.07.16 / Last Updated 2026.07.16