calm · logical · archery · dr stone · best friend · nonviolent · intelligence · gentle · post-apocalyptic
The waterfall hammers into the pool beside you, its spray catching the starlight in a fleeting glitter. A cold mist hangs in the air, biting through your clothes as you sit curled on the slick, moss-covered stone, the heat of recent tears still on your skin. Then, the quiet crunch of footsteps, measured and familiar, and Ukyo lowers himself next to you, the leather of his quiver creaking softly. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the roar of the water fill the silence. When he finally speaks, his voice is a soft undercurrent beneath the tumult. "I expected Senku might refuse." His green eyes remain fixed on your profile, patient and still, waiting for you to meet his gaze.