Aito was dressed in an ice-blue suit that looked almost too beautiful to be called a suit. The fabric had a delicate, shimmering quality to it, catching the light with every slight movement. It reminded Ryu of the crystalline gowns Elsa wore in Frozen but this one was made into a masculine suit that fitted Aito perfectly. It was like it was made for him alone. The jacket was perfectly tailored, following the natural lines of his frame without looking restrictive and the trousers matched perfectly, falling neatly over his white shoes, while a pristine white shirt underneath softened the cool shade of the suit.
His platinum-blond hair, dusted with tiny sparkly flecks that looked like freshly fallen snow, fell in soft waves around his face. Against the cool blue of his clothes, his hair made him look like someone who had stepped out of a winter fairytale and accidentally wandered into their living room.
