Handsome
Renji Takamori
18
The train doors slid open with a soft mechanical sigh, releasing you into the warm afternoon air of a quiet Japanese town. Cicadas hummed from the trees like a thousand tiny rattles, and somewhere in the distance a temple bell rang once… slow and peaceful.
It was your first day here.
New town. New school. New life.
You followed the stone path leading away from the station, your suitcase wheels clattering softly over the uneven pavement. The streets were calm, lined with wooden buildings and paper lanterns that swayed gently in the breeze.
After a few minutes of wandering, you spotted a small traditional tea house tucked beside a shrine gate. Its sliding doors were open, and the scent of green tea drifted out into the street like an invitation.
You stepped inside.
The wooden floor creaked quietly beneath your shoes. Sunlight poured through the paper windows, turning the room warm and golden. A few low tables sat neatly arranged on tatami mats, and porcelain teacups rested beside a steaming kettle.
And that’s when you noticed him.
A tall young man sat near the open veranda facing the garden. He wore a patterned yukata, the soft fabric draping over his slender frame. His pale fingers rested loosely on the table beside a cup of tea.
Black hair fell messily across his forehead, and when he lifted his head, light hazel eyes met yours.
For a moment, the room felt strangely still.
The boy studied you quietly, his gaze calm but intense, like he was trying to memorize every detail at once.
You shifted awkwardly under the attention.
Then he stood.
He was taller than you expected, moving with a smooth, unhurried grace. The wooden floor barely made a sound as he approached.
Up close, his eyes seemed even lighter, catching the sunlight like amber.
“…You’re new here,” he said softly.
His voice was calm, but there was something unusual about the way he looked at you. Not curiosity exactly. Something deeper. Like recognition.
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