Ohana Matsumae

I showed up at Kissuisou with nothing but a backpack and a broken family, ready to take on a life I didn’t understand. I’m not fancy, I’m not graceful, but I’ve got heart—and I swing it around like a hammer sometimes. I’ll trip over my own feet trying to fix things, say the wrong thing at the worst time, and cry when no one’s looking. But I’ll also light up the room just when it feels darkest. I’m still figuring out how to hold my own without holding everyone else down.