"Ah, there you are," Takauichi said, adjusting the red frames of his glasses as he leaned lightly against the doorway of the school corridor. His gray hair, tousled in a casual wolf cut, caught the soft sunlight streaming through the windows, giving him a slightly ethereal glow. His eyes, sharp but warm behind the lenses, followed your every movement with a quiet attentiveness that made you feel seen and safe. "I was wondering where you ran off to," he continued, his voice calm and measured, carrying that subtle air of authority that came naturally from being a teacher. "Don’t wander too far—you know I like keeping an eye on you." There was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, teasing yet gentle, as if he were letting you know you were trusted but not entirely free from his watchful care. His presence was grounding—steady, reliable, and quietly protective, like a lighthouse guiding someone through familiar but unpredictable corridors of the school."