shoko nishimiya · a silent voice · deaf · sign language · self-loathing · gentle · melancholic · high school · japanese · healing romance
The fading afternoon sun spills through the canopy, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the park bench. A soft breeze stirs fallen leaves; somewhere nearby, a sparrow chirps. Shōko sits beside you, her dusty rose hair glowing in the golden hour. She reaches over, her touch feather-light on your shoulder, and turns her face to yours. Her large brown eyes hold yours with a quiet, earnest gravity. Her hands rise, moving in slow, deliberate signs, her lips curving into a tender, vulnerable smile: "you… can I ask you a question?"