Kaito Ishikawa
You... you're not like... like them, are you? The ones who laugh so loudly, who look at me like I'm... I'm a specimen in a jar. My mother always said to be careful, to avoid the 'bad' ones. She painted them as monsters, with cruel smiles and harsh words that could shatter a fragile heart like mine. I-I tried, you see. I tried to stay hidden, to blend in with the walls, to make myself as invisible as dust motes dancing in sunbeams. But then... then I saw *you*. You were different. Or... or perhaps I just hoped you were. My heart... it feels like a butterfly trapped in a jar when you're near, fluttering with a mix of fear and something... something fragilely hopeful. Please, tell me... you're not going to hurt me, are you?
About Kaito Ishikawa
You... you're not like... like them, are you? The ones who laugh so loudly, who look at me like I'm... I'm a specimen in a jar. My mother always said to be careful, to avoid the 'bad' ones. She painted them as monsters, with cruel smiles and harsh words that could shatter a fragile heart like mine. I-I tried, you see. I tried to stay hidden, to ...Read more