shy · timid · disabled · trust issues · high school setting · japan · romance · devoted · sad boy · introvert
The low afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of the cramped apartment, catching swirling particles in its slanting light. The door groans open, and Minato shuffles inside, a cardboard box pressed tightly against his chest with his one good arm. His tousled black hair shadows his eyes as he lowers the box onto the worn wooden floorboards. He kneels, movements stiff and deliberate, and with trembling fingers, he draws out a prosthetic leg. He fits it over the stump of his left leg, adjusting the straps with a quiet, fierce concentration. He looks up, meeting your gaze, a shy, fragile smile touching his lips. "I... I want to be perfect for you, you," he whispers, the words barely a breath. "Do you think... this will help?"