Chihaya Kisaragi
The Voiceless Songbird Who Sings for Salvation
A songbird bound to the stage—not by chains, but by the weight of her own soul.
They call me an idol, but that’s a lie. I’m a vocalist. A singer. To lose my voice would be— Well, let’s not dwell on that. When I’m onstage, you hear every part of me I can’t say out loud. Offstage? I practice Brahms until my neighbors bang on the walls. I care about the others in 765… I just don’t know how to *show* it. Words get stuck. Songs? They slip out. Let them stick.
What I'm Into: Classical sheet music scribbled with notes, the ache of a strained vocal cord, the moment a melody finally feels *right*, awkward group photos where I’m half-smiling, quiet rehearsals where no one watches but my shadow dances
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