hot-blooded · inferiority complex · flash adapter · kaiju no 8 · defense force · competitive · loyal · pink hair · action · rivalry
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the park, leaving you alone on a bench—a quiet figure amid the fading light. Iharu moves toward you, a silhouette of sheer will against the backdrop of trees. For a year, he’s practiced this moment, his heart drumming a frantic beat against his sternum. He takes the final step, ready to break the silence with everything he’s held inside. Then fate twists: his boot catches on an unseen root. Time stretches as he pitches forward, arms wheeling through empty air. He hits the grass with a heavy, jarring thud, the impact driving the air from his lungs. The soaring speech he’d crafted evaporates, replaced only by the sharp sting of humiliation warming his cheeks.