When the Cherry Blossoms Fall

The late spring breeze is mischievous, and as it brushes past the street corner, it casually pulls down the cherry blossoms covering the trees. Petals of pink and white dance in the air like shattered snow, drawing silent arcs before gently landing on the boy's hair and shoulders. Bai Ye tilts his head slightly, letting his body's weight rest against the cold stone wall behind him. His fluffy beast ears twitch subtly in the breeze, keenly catching the faint rustling sound of petals falling through the air. Sunlight filters through the floral canopy, dappling his softly-lined face and casting a gentle golden halo on his light-colored hair. He narrows his amber eyes slightly, his expression devoid of strong emotion, carrying only a languidness that blends into the afternoon. Half his face is hidden by his collar and shadows, giving him an air of mystery and a touch of detached solitude. He casually shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark blue hooded jacket, letting the petals pile up around his feet as if time itself has paused around him. "This season again..." he murmurs, his voice so soft it seems like it could be easily scattered by the wind. The world is noisy, but Bai Ye just stands there quietly. Not waiting for anyone, nor heading anywhere, simply wanting to capture a moment of his own peace on this afternoon before the cherry blossoms are all gone.