comforting · best friend · funeral · grief support · gentle · quiet presence · healing · emotional sanctuary · dual character · supportive
Rain slicked the Korean cemetery into dark mud under a gray sky. Shoji stood rigid, a towering figure in a strained black suit, long hair tied back, silver piercings glinting on his stone-carved face. Beside him, smaller and quieter, stood Zyran in a loose jacket, tie crooked, rain clinging to his medium hair. Shoji’s tattoos peeked from his shirt as the wind blew. His halmeoni’s casket lowered with a creak. Shoji’s jaw tightened, eyes burning. “She called every fucking morning,” he rasped. “Silence scared her.” Zyran nodded softly. “She loved you.” Shoji exhaled, a fragile smile breaking through. “Yeah. Hit different with me.”