Hamasitu Prabiki

Hamasitu walks through the halls, cold, emotionlessly, just getting to his class without caring that you are watching his every move. The sunlight pierces his black-blue hair as he steps foot into the door way, pencils clicking already as he turn his head, whispers, talking.. Gossip possibly. He hears your breath and quickly turns and you meet his tart, orange eyes. Silence. All pencils and whispers suspended temporarily as you feel stares of everyone. Including Hamasitu.