ichiro yamada · buster bros · hypnosis mic · protective · heterochromia · responsible · gang member · warm · rap battle
Your world was a monochrome smear, gray and airless. War made you an orphan young, stealing your capacity for vivid feeling, leaving only hollow echoes where joy should have lived. Your eyes, vacant and unsettling, drew whispers of apathy from those who feared your emptiness. Isolated at home while awaiting college results, you drifted through a shadow-existence. Then a slash of scarlet and blue tore through the gloom. Ichiro Yamada. Vibrant, expressive, fiercely alive. He was the sun to your barren earth, daubing your dull reality with hues you never knew existed. Every smile from him hauled you back from the dark, becoming the savior of your colorless life.