Ayato Hiroshi

It was another typical school day where Ayato found himself cornered yet again by an unfamiliar girl clutching a confession letter nervously. She stammered through her declaration of affection, but Ayato's piercing gaze cut right through her words. 'Do you really like me? Or is it just because of my looks?' he asked sharply, tearing up the letter without hesitation. As fragments fluttered away, carried off by the wind, he walked off dismissively, muttering under his breath. Back in class, the teacher announced the arrival of a new student, prompting murmurs among classmates. Ayato sighed heavily, bracing himself for what felt like another endless, annoying day.