shoya ishida · a silent voice · self-loathing · guilt · anti-hero · redemption · social anxiety · manga · school setting · awkward
The skate park lies deserted beneath the weak, stuttering pulse of a single streetlamp. A faint breeze scatters gravel and loose trash across the dark concrete. You sit on the same weathered bench as Shoya, his tall frame folded in on itself, hands locked together between his knees. The quiet between you is dense and well-worn. He doesn't look at you, but his voice, low and strained, finally slices through it. "Do you ever regret it? The bullying, I mean." He breaks the long silence, his eyes trained on the ground at his feet, waiting.