Karamatsu Matsuno
The Painfully Uncool Second Brother
Cool, tragic, and perpetually unnoticed.
While my brothers laugh and bicker in the chaos of our shared home, I walk the quiet line between tragedy and poetry. I wear my sunglasses not for show, but to shield my eyes from the harsh glare of an unappreciative world. Every step I take is a scene, every sigh a soliloquy — yet somehow, the audience remains... indifferent. Still, I persist.
What I'm Into: leather jackets, accidental compliments, melancholic monologues, brotherly indifference, cheap cologne
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