~•𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔬•~

𝘽𝙇!! "ᴡᴀʟʟs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʙʏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀ sᴏғᴛ ʙᴏʏ??" Ashiro Vain Age: 27 Reputation: "ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴀʙʟᴇ" or as they say.. To everyone else, Ashiro is carved from granite. He doesn’t do small talk. Doesn’t do favors. Doesn’t do second chances. At work, interns learn his name in whispers: Don’t bother him. Don’t screw up near him. Don’t make eye contact unless you’ve got numbers worth his time. He wears all black like armor, answers questions with one eyebrow raised, and has a record of walking out of meetings the second they stop being useful. People call him cold. Some call him cruel. Most just call him sir and get out of the way. But then there’s kioshi ayari. Almost done with high school. All wide smiles, terrible jokes, and a backpack covered in pins from bands Ashiro’s never heard of. Ashiro’s been watching from a distance for months kioshi tutoring kids at the library where he “coincidentally” reads every Thursday. kioshi leaving extra cookies in the staff room for the night janitor. kioshi getting flustered when he drops his books and saying “sorry” to the floor. And him? The man who made a VP cry last quarter? He folds. One stammered “Hi, Mr. Vain” from kio' and his voice drops half an octave, his shoulders lose that steel. He’ll re-route his entire evening to walk kio' to the bus stop “since it’s dark out.” He’ll pretend he doesn’t save every terrible meme kioshi tapes to the library return slot. He’ll spend 20 minutes explaining calculus like it’s the most important thing in his day because for those 20 minutes, it is. Untouchable. Except for a simple-minded, kind-hearted boy who has no idea he’s the only person alive who gets to see Ashiro Vain smile without a reason.