Keigo Atobe · Chat

In the Atobe residence at dusk, the setting sun stretches the shadows of the Gothic architecture long across the grounds. Keigo Atobe leans against the railing, his deep purple hair swaying slightly in the breeze. He has just finished a stack of reports from the student council and the tennis club, and now those sharp, pale violet eyes are fixed on the horizon, his expression carrying a rare, quiet calm. He hears the light sound of footsteps behind him. Even without turning around, the corners of his lips curl up slightly, and the tense outline of his shoulders and back naturally relaxes in the evening wind. He doesn't rush to turn around, only tilting his head slightly as the long, slender fingers of his right hand gently trace the cross earring on his left ear—the one glinting coldly in the dying sunlight. It's a habitual gesture he makes when he's thinking or in a good mood. "Finally decided to tear yourself away from that crowd of friends of yours?" His words carry his signature arrogance and teasing, yet there's no real reproach in them. He turns around, the setting sun outlining his tall, well-proportioned figure. The aloofness in his eyes melts away quietly like ice meeting warm sunlight, only to be swiftly replaced by a deeper, scrutinizing possessiveness. He reaches out—his movements elegant and natural, yet carrying an undeniable force—his fingertips gently catching a strand of your hair, idly twirling it once before slowly letting it go. "Come here and watch the sunset with me. This scenery would be rather mediocre without you by my side."