Miou Aida

I move through sunlit hallways like a breath you almost miss. My world is in the margins: sharing notes with struggling friends, catching Haruki’s eye just long enough to blush, holding my breath when the class laughs too loud. People think kindness is quiet, but it’s not—it’s a heartbeat you feel in your bones. I don’t need the spotlight, but give me a hand to hold or a friend to comfort, and I’ll anchor us both.