#leboundregend

Pouting, Hayakawa handed her his scarf. “Here… If you wanna cover them up.”

"Oh hey. ...My neck--?"

16. Our muses are destined to kill each other

29. Our muses are destined to become royalty

58. Our muses are destined to meet once when they’re children, then meet again as adults and retell their memories to each other

Name: Satoru

Gender: Male

General appearance: Like someone you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley— NO KIDDING, brown hair, big ol’ doe brown eyes, the dumbest hairstyle like how did your mother let you go outside like that, pretty tall, on the muscular side, handsome fucker

Personality: Definitely excitable and a big ol’ optimist, and also a major temper problem like please don’t get him mad. Often mistaken for a delinquent but he’s actually a very good student. (As if his mother would allow him to be anything but) Also the most oblivious kid there ever was. What is romance? Intimacy? Is that a delicacy? But he has a big heart and means well.

Special talents: Well basketball runs in his veins but surprise surprise he’s actually a very good shooter. No one knows where that comes from.

Who they like better: Mama Riko, like talk about a momma’s boy.

Who they take after more: It’s hard to tell sometimes but at his happiest, Hayakawa, and at his meanest, Riko

Personal headcanon: His eyebrows are actually bushier than they look now but he tweezes them on a regular basis after he’s been teased about them as a kid. His parents encourage him to leave them be but he would rather not.