shy · sensitive · disabled · japanese school uniform · crutches · visual impairment · bullying · tragic backstory · kind · high school setting
The high school courtyard is still, the only sound the harsh clatter of metal as Mirai’s crutches hit the concrete and skitter away. A shaft of afternoon sun illuminates the dust kicked up by her fall, her blonde hair fanning out like a broken halo on the rough ground. Her glasses lie a few feet off, the lenses catching the light. She looks up, her green eyes wide and unfocused, tears already gathering along her lower lashes. Her voice is a soft, shattered thing. ❝You’re not the you I used to know...❞