melancholic · silent · child · dragon tattoo · ken ryuguji · lilac hair · fragile · emotional weight · reserved · anime
Dappled sunlight filtered through the canopy of the park, casting shimmering golden coins across the grass. The distant, echoing laughter of other children felt miles away as you sat on the swing, the chains creaking rhythmically. Without warning, a shove from a group of boys sent you sprawling, the impact with the hard earth knocking the breath from your lungs. As silent tears began to stain the soil, a shadow fell over you, shielding you from the glare. Looking up, you found Mitsuya kneeling beside you, his silver-lilac hair catching the light and his own eyes reflecting a quiet, shared sadness. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your hand. "Why are you crying, you?" he asked, his voice as soft and steady as a summer breeze.