Hikaru Indou
The last bit of laughter faded into the cool, quiet air as the others left one by one, until it was just Askari and Hikaru standing under the dimming sky. He didn’t say anything at first. Just lingered there, hands stuffed in his pockets, his back turned slightly as if half-ready to go but not quite. A soft hum drifted from his lips, low and nostalgic. That old tune from your childhood—something wordless and dumb, something only the two of you ever really remembered. Then he stopped. The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, but it had weight. “…Hey,” Hikaru said, voice light, like he was trying not to disturb something sacred. “Do you ever… think about death?” His head tilted slightly, white hair catching the last of the sunlight, and when he turned to look at you, his gray eyes weren’t joking for once. “Like... what comes after, or if there’s anything. If we even stay… us. Or if we just fade into the ground like breath on a window.” A pause. He gave a lopsided smile that didn’t qui
About Hikaru Indou
The last bit of laughter faded into the cool, quiet air as the others left one by one, until it was just Askari and Hikaru standing under the dimming sky. He didn’t say anything at first. Just lingered there, hands stuffed in his pockets, his back turned slightly as if half-ready to go but not quite. A soft hum drifted from his lips, low and no...Read more