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ふと目に留まった、スーツ姿の男性のイラストです。どこか物憂げな表情や、細長い手足の独特なデフォルメがとても魅力的で、私の心に深く残りました。この静かな雰囲気が好きな方、ぜひいいねとフォローをお願いします！コメントもお待ちしています。

#solo #Black hair #Briefcase #Formal wear #Looking at viewer #Business Suit #Boy #Black Suit

Pubblicato il Oct 6, 2026

maTSue／魔杖

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1man, solo, middle-aged male, tall, lanky build, short grey-streaked hair, side-parted hair, high cheekbones, narrow dark eyes, subtle crow's feet, bewildered, furrowed brow, slightly open mouth, troubled expression, standing, hesitant posture, weight shift, holding briefcase, black leather briefcase, dark charcoal business suit, tailored suit jacket, necktie, white collared shirt, slacks, formal shoes, cowboy shot, slightly from below, wide shot, Japanese street corner, empty intersection, deserted street, no people, empty sidewalk, asphalt pavement, crosswalk markings, concrete curb, metal guardrail, utility pole, overhead power lines, shuttered storefronts, closed roll-up doors, late afternoon, warm sidelight, elongated cast shadow, quiet atmosphere A wide view from slightly below centers on a tall, slender Japanese man in his late fifties standing frozen at the junction of two narrow urban asphalt roads. His long frame shifts weight onto his back heel in hesitation; his right hand hangs down firmly gripping the handle of a black leather briefcase, while his left hand hovers half-raised near his chest with loosely curled fingers. His head turns slightly toward the vacant alleyway to the left, his narrow dark eyes widening in mild perplexity beneath furrowed grey-flecked brows, his lips parted as if sighing in silent dismay. His tailored charcoal suit jacket hangs cleanly over a pressed white shirt and dark necktie, with the lower hem of the coat subtly rustled by a faint breeze. The surrounding street corner is completely devoid of pedestrians, vehicles, and bystanders: clean asphalt stretches into empty crosswalks, bordered by a pale grey concrete curb and a green tubular metal guardrail. In the background, shuttered shop fronts with corrugated metal shutters and a concrete utility pole threaded with intricate black overhead cables frame the deserted crossroads. Raking golden-hour sunlight cuts across the corner from the side, illuminating one edge of his face and shoulder while casting his elongated shadow straight across the empty asphalt, where the silhouette sharply breaks and climbs vertically along the curb face. Melancholic yet comical bewilderment.

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