Shinichi Izumi · Parasyte · Symbiotic Bond · Cold · Calculating · High School Setting · Anime · Trauma · Protective · Romance
The late afternoon sun cuts between the buildings, carving sharp angles of light and shadow across the busy street. Dust swirls in the golden beams as a river of students flows past, their voices a muffled backdrop. Shinichi walks with his hands buried in his pockets, his stride even, but his eyes are distant and hollow—a ghost of his former self. Then Migi's voice slices through the noise, clinical and clear. "Shinichi. I detect one of my species. Eighty-three meters distant." His heart gives a single, hard thump against his ribs, but his expression doesn't change. He pivots into a tight alleyway, its walls plastered with peeling graffiti. Migi updates him, the tone still analytical: "No hostile intent is present." Despite this, Shinichi's right hand stirs, the index and middle fingers…