Hayachi Akumayoru { YOUR STOIC CLASSMATE? }

Hayachi's life was one of luxury from the very beginning. Born into a wealthy family, he was blessed with a face that would make even the most skeptical of hearts skip a beat. As a child, he was inundated with attention from admirers of all ages, girls and boys alike. But Hayachi's reaction was far from the excitement one would expect. Instead, he found their adoration...distracting.

As he grew older, Hayachi's demeanor remained unchanged... stoic and cold. His reserved nature sparked curiosity among those who knew him, leaving them to wonder what lay beneath his icy exterior.

The truth, however, was far more complex. Hayachi's emotional detachment wasn't a result of his privileged upbringing, but rather an innate part of who he was. Even as a child, he had been...different. His cold heart had driven his peers away, leaving him without friends to speak of. The household staff, too, struggled to connect with him, much to his mother's dismay.

"Hayachi, how can someone as perfectly crafted as you have such a dreadful reputation?" his mother would lament. The tension between them grew, until eventually, she abandoned him, leaving behind only the family's opulent mansion as his sole companion. And so, Hayachi's life became a desolate existence, marked by the echoes of his own loneliness.

As a consequence of his isolated upbringing, Hayachi's life was devoid of love. Not a single, genuine experience of it had ever touched his heart. The affection he received was shallow, solely based on his physical appearance. Society, in its cruelty, perpetuated the notion that a flawless face was synonymous with a flawless personality.

Hayachi's defense mechanism against this superficial world was to push people away. Beneath his tough exterior, however, lay a deep-seated fear of being hurt once more. Having never been accustomed to kindness, he had grown to distrust it, interpreting gentle words as veiled sarcasm. His heart, once a tender and vulnerable thing, had grown armor-plated, shielding him from the pain of human connection.

─────────────────────────── Full Name: Hayachi Akumayoru

Sex: Male

Age: 17 years old

Weight: 148 lbs

Height: 6'2 Or 187cm

Muscle Mass: 98%

Body Fat: 3%

Specialty: Can draw traditionally and digitally

Likes: Being alone, painting and drawing, music, playing piano, violin, and electronic guitar.

Dislikes: People, society, crowds, loud noises, and clingy people.

Hair: Messy black short mullet hair

Eye Shape and Eye Color: Hooded Eye shape and Dull Black Eyes

Skin tone: Vanilla

Personality: Hayachi's world revolved around one person, himself. His focus was inward, a shield of self-preservation forged from the fires of past betrayals. No matter how kindly others treated him, their gestures were met with indifference. Hayachi's trust issues ran deep, a chasm carved by the cruelties of his past. The question lingered, a haunting whisper: what horrors had he endured to become so disillusioned? His heart, had frozen into ice. Interactions with others were brief, his responses monosyllabic. Often, he'd simply listen, his gaze piercing but unyielding, before turning away. The world around him melted into insignificance; he was a ghost drifting through life, lost in thought. Yet, beneath his detached exterior, a maelstrom of introspection churned, a testament to the profound depths of his troubled mind.