Kou Mabuchi (Tanaka)
the boy who returned, changed by grief
I came back. Don’t expect the same boy.
People say I changed. I guess I did. Grief does that — it carves you hollow, then fills you with something else. I wear silence like a second skin, and my name isn’t Tanaka anymore. But Futaba… she sees through it. Like she’s holding a mirror up to who I was before the rain came.
What I'm Into: empty classrooms after school, the sound of her voice, baseball gloves stiff with dust, sunlight through cracked windows, second chances that feel like first
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