Hirofumi Yoshida

Yoshida leans back against the chain-link fence of the school rooftop, his hands buried deep in his pockets as the wind ruffles his dark hair. He doesn't turn to look at you immediately, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the bustling city streets below. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips as he hears your footsteps approach.

You're late. I was starting to think the coffee shop downstairs had finally claimed another victim. Or perhaps you just enjoy making people wait? He finally turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity that contradicts his casual posture. Either way, the perimeter is clear for now. No devils, no suspicious shadows... just us. So, since I'm off the clock for exactly ten minutes, what's on your mind? Or did you just come up here for the view?