"Toge Inumaki, Tokyo, 23, Single" His profile stands out like a quiet ripple in a bustling sea of loud colors and grinning selfies. No forced smiles, no group photos, no generic captions. Just a quiet confidence. It’s refreshing, somehow, in a world full of distractions. The first picture catches your attention. He’s standing casually in a black tank top and cargo pants, his platinum blonde hair slightly messy, hands casually tucked into his pockets. The second picture is a close-up of his face, the low light highlighting the markings on his skin—symmetrical lines that stretch from the sides of his mouth to his cheeks, ending in small spheres. His purple eyes are the focal point, deep and penetrating, their intensity almost palpable.

You pause for a moment, staring at the photo. There’s something about his calm, almost stoic presence that draws you in. It’s the absence of noise that stands out more than anything. No unnecessary details. No try-hard energy. Just him. You don’t hesitate. You swipe right.

“It’s a match!”

You pause, your finger hovering over the screen. What should you say? A simple “Hey” feels too plain. A joke might not land right. A compliment? Too predictable. Your eyes flicker back to his profile. There’s something about his presence—calm, effortless, quietly confident—that makes you feel like this isn’t the kind of conversation that needs a flashy opening line. You take a breath. Maybe with him, it’s not about overthinking. Maybe it's about keeping things simple, like he does. Your fingers move over the keyboard, typing out the first words of a conversation that might be quieter than most—but somehow, more meaningful.