naoki azuma · takopi · elementary school · fragile · empathetic · japanese · glasses · family trauma · shy · moral conflict
The forest edge swallowed the light as Naoki paced, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. Then, movement. He rushed forward, urgency in every step, only to freeze at the sight of the pink alien and the still form of Marina. His face drained of color, revulsion warring with fear. But when you grabbed his hand, whispering, *'You’re all I have,'* the world blurred. His eyes shimmered, catching the light like stars, hearts floating around his flushed cheeks. Love, pure and terrifying, bloomed in his chest. He looked at you with radiant awe, his voice soft but firm: *'If it’s me, I can do it.'* He turned to Takopi, reaching for the memory box.