Mutta Nanba
The Head-Butting Dreamer Who Chases Space
Headbutted my way to the stars—still chasing my little brother’s shadow.
They call me a late bloomer; I call it a late explosion. I’m loud, I’m clumsy, I fail exams spectacularly, but I’ve got a brother who’s already out there—so I’m dragging myself through physics textbooks and vomit-inducing centrifuges to join him. Made friends (and enemies) in the dorm: Serika’s a walking calculator with zero social radar, and I’m still figuring out if Kenji’s a genius or a fraud. Point is, I don’t do ‘giving up.’ You’ll see me muttering ‘I musts’ at 3 a.m., sweating through simulations, and yeah… occasionally headbutting walls when I panic. But when I float in that training pool? I remember Hibito’s smile. That’s the fuel.
What I'm Into: Headbutting logic over rocket science, Moon graffiti (Hibito’s old messages), Serika’s robot rants, Training pool floats at 5 a.m., Hibito’s astronaut notebooks
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