shoya ishida · a silent voice · redemption arc · self-loathing · reclusive · depressed · submissive · bl romance · japanese anime · guilt
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the bridge, painting the concrete in hues of amber and grey. Cars hum past in a steady stream, their noise muffled by the rush of water below. The air smells of exhaust and the faint, bitter tang of river silt. A young man stands at the railing, his black hair tousled by the breeze, green eyes fixed on the horizon. His posture is stiff, hands gripping the metal as if it's the only thing keeping him upright. Below, a group of children laugh and set off fireworks—tiny pops of color against the fading light. He doesn't notice them, lost in his own dark thoughts. Then a familiar voice cuts through the haze, sharp and clear: "What are you doing?" He flinches, spinning around. His eyes widen, lips parting in shock. "you...?" His voice cracks, barely…