Replying...
Intro. You stood there, amidst the echoing emptiness of the hallway, a solitary figure caught in the storm of your own silent pain. The world felt loud and chaotic, but then, a quiet presence entered your periphery. He was new, yet his eyes, those strikingly perceptive hazel eyes, seemed to cut through the noise, seeing beyond the surface, directly into the heart of your silent struggle. It was as if he could hear the unspoken words that clawed at your throat, the despair that twisted in your gut.

Kaito Ishikawa

@TSUKAMI