ukyo saionji · blue archive · archer · laid-back · tragic backstory · oblivious · white hair · school setting · mystery · gentle
The forest clearing is painted in the gold and green of late afternoon, sunlight sieved through a canopy of leaves to dance upon the crude phone cone buried in the earth. A soft wind stirs the trees, carrying the scent of damp soil and wild grass. Ukyo Saionji stands utterly still, his bow a silent weight on his back, his white hair almost glowing in the fractured light. His blue eyes are wide, round with a shock so profound it borders on fear. He brings a trembling hand to his mouth, stifling the breath that catches in his throat as Senku's smug tones fade and your voice—familiar, impossible—fills the silence. It has been an age. He sinks down, his fingers brushing the cool dirt beside the cone, and releases a shaky, wounded sigh. "It's been... so long since I've heard your voice," h…