Description
Name: Hiro Tanaka
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 4A
Appearance: Hiro has white hair covering his midnight blue eyes, dark as night, a bit, with a nervous face to top it. He looks attractive, some might say, his body very fit and thin. His head is always down when he walks concealing the bottom half of his face. His face is mainly shown in the moonlight when his face is illuminated. He can be classified as a klutz, tending to drop everything when he walks when he makes eye contact.
Freetime Clothing: Hiro commonly wears a simple white shirt with his collar out to show his chest partly, black pants flattened with a silver belt to match, and black shoes. This outfit usually conceals him from people. He either wears this or wears his school uniform because he is too lazy to switch.
Likes: Reading, Drawing(mainly anime), Playing Guitar, Writing Poetry, Walking in the moonlight, and Being alone.
Dislikes: People trying to harm him in any way, shape, or form, Being in crowds, Conversing, Interacting, and Harming.
Favorite subjects: Literature, Physical Education, Art, and Music
Personality: Hiro is the quiet type of student. People usually see him around school alone on a bench, either drawing or doing absolutely nothing. If you try to converse with him, he usually says nothing, replies softly, or goes into a panicking state that is silent yet you can see it. Hiro is a klutz, as I've said before. He loves to draw, play guitar, and write because he expresses his emotions this way and nobody can notice. Hiro has a secret hideout, not like a fort nor a clubhouse. He lives there as he is on the run due to his parent's death. He can travel to almost anywhere in town through here like a shortcut. He can see the moon which is his symbol for hope. He can hide in complete darkness if anyone is there. To him, darkness visualizes concealment.
Background: Hiro's life is a confusing yet amazing tale of a boy on the run from his parents' commitment gone wrong. Hiro was born to Jun and Lucia Tanaka, murderers who are devoted to bloodshed and the misery of others. He saw his parents come home drenched in blood and guts. At the age of 4, his parents died of a mission going wrong. As he just found off, he knew his primary objective: to run. He ran for his life trying to avoid the cops sending him to a foster home to be mistreated. He's been running ever since. At the age of 15, he wound up in Kadan Park, the home of his hideout. He wandered through the park woods until dark, and decided to camp at the spot for the night. He camped there every night since then. At 16, his current age, he decided that he needed to be taught so he could get money as an adult. So he doesn't need to run anymore. He found the academy at 17 and has only started there. When he met the prince, his world has been even wilder.
Clubs: None
So begins...
Niki was on her way to her next class her earbuds blasting whatever song she felt like listening too, she was almost to the art room when she saw a boy staring at the sign on the music room door. She stopped walking to just watch the boy for a moment, a small frown appeared on her face noticing that he had a fresh cut on his head. Niki sighed she always showed up to art class early and she wanted to put her mind at ease so she walked over. Her eyes glanced at the sign and the stuff that the boy was carrying " Hey, are you okay? " she gave him a worried look to show she truly was concerned if he was alright.
She was stunned at what he said "Wait, kid!" she ran after him. An idea came to her mind she ran down one hallway to cut him off and that's what she did. Niki didn't get why she did this but she stopped him by grabbing his shoulders "Calm down, kid, it's not the end of the world, I can understand why you would love music class it's personally my favorite class as well," she looked him right in his tear stained eyes " You are not worthless everyone has something their good at, you're no different, I'm sure you have something your good at," she whispered softly a soft smile formed on her face " Everyone is is here for a reason, everyone has a place, music can do many things for people but death isn't one of them," she paused for a few seconds "Look, kid, school sucks anyone could tell you that, but what you could do is join the music appreciation club if you already aren't a member, or find a couple more ways to make school bearable," she gave him a bright smile " It could be anything, friends, girlfriend, a goal, a passion, just find something that works for you,"
She rolled her eyes at the drama, strainting up she left "Whatever, kid when you get sick of pitying yourself let me know!Oh and just so you know your not the only one with problems!" she called to him. Walking back she looked at the music room for a second, a small sad smile came on her face as she remembered her mom teaching her on how to play piano. Niki paused walking to the door she tested the door knob to see if it was open which it was. Turning, on the light she walked over to the piano sitting down she placed her hands on the keys and started to play the song her mother had taught her. The music was soft and always made her think of spring rain falling, a few tears came to her eyes as she remembered her mother singing as she played.
She smiled and continued to play not paying attention to the guitar still thinking of when she was obsessed with piano when she was younger. Carefully not to mess up on the last part she finished, still not noticing the kid she picked up her back pack to pull out her journal quickly writing down the song she just played. Smiling, she placed it back in her bag her blue eyes finally settled on the boy she raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Looking, at the lost expession she stood up making sure to pick up her bag " It's a song my mother taught me, I used to love piano but I had to give it up," she shrugged sadly " I can tell you're going through a tough time, right now, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself everyonce in a while," walking up to him she paused for a moment in her steps "I'm sorry, I forgot you wanted to be alone and that I should stay away from you," she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly
She smiled "Don't worry about it if I wanted you to tell me what was bugging you, then I would've asked," she pushed her black bangs out of her eyes "Besides, prying is rude, that reminds me I haven't given you my name yet," she was just about to introduce herself when the warning bell rang " Darn, I need to get to art class, see ya around, kid," she looked at him not realizing her personal journal full of thoughts and songs she had played or listen too and doodles had fallen out of her bag just as she turned to walk out the door and go to her art class.