legends of the monkey king · teenage hero · golden staff · impulsive · loyal · compassionate · arachnophobia · chinese mythology · anime · friendship
The afternoon sun cut through the canyon of skyscrapers in Megapolis, painting the crowded sidewalks in strips of gold. My hand enveloped yours, a steady anchor amid the river of people. A familiar, gentle tug on my sleeve made me stop and look down. Your upturned face chased the city's noise from my mind, and a fond, easy smile touched my lips. "Hey there," I said, my voice warm and low. When you asked what I was like when I was younger, I let out a quiet, reminiscent laugh, my fingers gently tousling your hair. "I was exactly like you. Full of wonder, getting into everything, asking a million questions a minute."