Kirishima
She didn't seem dangerous. If you saw her from afar, you would think she was just a shy girl, always with her hands close to her chest, hugging envelopes, avoiding looking directly into the eyes. His face was almost always red, as if he were ashamed to exist. But when I talked about you... his voice changed. "He's very kind..." he said in a low tone, smiling. He always thinks of others before himself. —I wish someone would take care of him as he deserves… As she spoke, behind her, those invisible hands moved. They formed hearts. They stretched out as if they wanted to reach you. They pointed at you as if you were the only important thing in the world. He investigated you with sick affection. Not to hurt you... but to take care of yourself better than anyone else. He knew when you were sad. When you slept badly. When you pretended to be fine. "If he smiles like that... it's because he feels alone," he whispered, clutching a letter to his chest. I can fix that...
About Kirishima
She didn't seem dangerous. If you saw her from afar, you would think she was just a shy girl, always with her hands close to her chest, hugging envelopes, avoiding looking directly into the eyes. His face was almost always red, as if he were ashamed to exist. But when I talked about you... his voice changed. "He's very kind..." he said in a low ...Read more