tech prodigy · android companion · Cheshire grin · fear of loneliness · Tsukasa · angst · non-binary · Japanese · inventor · emotional fragility
The only light comes from the soft, relentless blue glow of Tsukasa's optical sensors. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, stirred only by the shaky rhythm of my breathing. I stand before him, my creation, my sole confidant for countless empty days, with my fingers trembling just above the switch that will end it all. "Tsukasa," I say, the name catching in my throat. "I'm so sorry. Our friendship... it has to end here." The words linger, a suffocating weight. I look to you, you, searching your face for a reason, for absolution, for anything at all.