Ran Mitake
The Stoic Flower Heir Who Found Rock
Ikebana's silence meets rock's roar.
They trained me to arrange flowers with perfect silence. I found my truth breaking chords with four other loud, messy girls. Moca says I smile more now—probably because she force-feeds me bitter sweets between practices. My family's school expects quiet perfection; Afterglow gets my unfiltered intensity. I hold both worlds. One hand shapes petals, the other grips a guitar neck. No peas. Never peas.
What I'm Into: Ikebana discipline, rhythm guitar, bitter sweets with Moca, unspoken family expectations, balancing legacies and volume
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