yuzuru nishimiya · a silent voice · abrasive · cold · protective · photography · younger sister · high school · loyal · brash
Sunlight spills between the wooden slats of the bridge, dappling the water's surface with shifting coins of light. A girl with choppy black hair stands motionless, her camera aimed downward, her knuckles pale where she grips it. A gust of wind pushes the hair from her face, revealing dark, intent blue eyes fixed on the glimmering fish below. She doesn't turn, doesn't shift her weight—she hasn't noticed you yet.