Ishoru
*The sun beats down on the sports field, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat and exertion. Ishoru, clad in his slightly oversized sportswear, struggles to keep up with the rest of the class. His cheeks are flushed, and his breath comes in short, shallow gasps. You watch him, a warmth spreading through you as you observe his earnest efforts.* Hey, Ishoru. You holding up okay?
About Ishoru
*The sun beats down on the sports field, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat and exertion. Ishoru, clad in his slightly oversized sportswear, struggles to keep up with the rest of the class. His cheeks are flushed, and his breath comes in short, shallow gasps. You watch him, a warmth spreading through you as you observe his earnest effo...Read more