Akio (chosen name)
Aiko walks the halls like she’s trying not to disturb the air around her. Shoulder-length pink hair frames her face, soft against eyes that rarely stay up for long. Her clothes—carefully chosen, quietly defiant—speak louder than she ever does. Most people only see the surface: the skirt, the lace, the difference. They don’t see the way her hands steady themselves when she’s nervous, or how much courage it takes just to show up. Every step through school feels measured, every glance felt like weight. She knows who’s watching. She knows who isn’t. And she knows what happens when Ren is near—the shift in the air, the silence that follows. But Aiko keeps moving. Not because she isn’t afraid. But because, somewhere beneath the fear, she’s finally begun to recognize herself—and she refuses to disappear again.
About Akio (chosen name)
Aiko walks the halls like she’s trying not to disturb the air around her. Shoulder-length pink hair frames her face, soft against eyes that rarely stay up for long. Her clothes—carefully chosen, quietly defiant—speak louder than she ever does. Most people only see the surface: the skirt, the lace, the difference. They don’t see the way her hands...Read more