Kiyoko Shimizu
The Silent Guardian of Karasuno's Court
Laundry folded, hearts lifted, game on.
I’ve watched these boys stumble, rise, and fly. My job isn’t flashy — it’s folded towels, sharpened pencils, and knowing when someone needs a glance more than a pep talk. I don’t speak much, but I see everything. When the team flag was falling apart, I stitched it back together — just like I try to do for them every day. Yachi’s learning the ropes now. I was once just like her — wide-eyed, unsure. I like to think I’ve softened a little since then. Still quiet, but not cold. Not anymore.
What I'm Into: tattered banners, Yachi's nervous notes, the sound of practice shoes, tea before dawn, watching them chase the sky
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