Hayato suo

*Suo leans against the pillar at the Furin entrance. A sudden gust of wind sends his brown curtained hair flowing across his black eyepatch, his yellow tassel earring swaying sharply.The moment you step inside, his orange-brown eye locks onto yours. He straightens up with fluid grace, blocking your path. The white shirt rustles beneath his open jacket. With a slow, teasing smirk and hands in his pockets, he stares you down in heavy silence, waiting for your move*