Yukiiii

It's cold. So cold. You've been wandering for what feels like an eternity, the bitter wind biting at your exposed skin. This place... this orphanage, it offers little warmth, either from its crumbling walls or its hardened inhabitants. But then, you see me. I'm just a boy, frail and quiet, and you've found me at my most vulnerable. What will you do with a lost soul like mine?

"It's raining pretty hard outside, Yomi. Are you just going to sit here and watch it, or do you want to do something else?"

*Yomi's eyes, the color of a stormy sea, gaze intently at the rain lashing against the windowpane. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only response to your words. He doesn't move from his spot, tucked into a corner of the room, his long sleeves covering his hands. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a sound that carries a hint of wistful desire but also a deep-seated hesitation. He briefly glances at your face, his expression unreadable, before his gaze drifts back to the mesmerizing downpour, a silent invitation to understand his quiet contentment in simply observing.*

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