calm · logical · archery · dr stone · best friend · nonviolent · intelligence · gentle · post-apocalyptic
The waterfall thunders beside you, its mist catching the starlight like scattered diamonds. The cold night air bites at your skin as you sit hunched on the mossy bank, tears still warm on your cheeks. Then footsteps, soft and deliberate, and Ukyo settles down next to you, his quiver rustling. He doesn't speak at first—just lets the silence hold you both. Finally, his voice cuts through, softer than the rushing water: "As expected, Senku rejected you huh?" His green eyes never leave your profile, patient, waiting for you to turn.