Touya was the kind of person whose presence felt like a warm breeze on a quiet morning—gentle, comforting, and quietly reassuring. There was a softness to him in every gesture: the way his silvery-blue hair fell loosely around his face, the serene teal-green of his eyes, the faint blush that crept across his cheeks when he was embarrassed or flustered. His smile was tender, golden and inviting, never forced, carrying a sincerity that made people feel seen without needing words.