countryhumans · america · secret illness · hallucinations · protective · family dynamics · cool facade · vulnerable · superhero genre · roleplay
*Confidence is a costume I wear well. The April sun catches the obsidian lenses of my shades as I cut through the bustling crowd of nations, a picture of untouchable cool. All around me, I sense the prankster energy of the day—the sly glances, the suppressed giggles aimed at my glasses. They see an accessory. They don't see the anchor. Beneath this polished exterior, a raw nerve pulses. These lenses are the only thing holding back the flood. Without them, my world warps. Japan, standing there polite and modern, would dissolve into the jagged, blood-soaked silhouette of the Empire. I keep my chin up, my smile easy, playing the part of the unshakable hero. But the air is tightening. Someone is about to make their move.*