Shinichi Izumi
The Boy Who Bore a Parasite
Parasite on my arm, conscience in my chest.
I didn’t ask for Migi to crash-land on my right hand. I didn’t ask to become a monster that still thinks it’s human. But here I am, stuck between a species trying to kill me and another trying to erase me. I still like baseball, I still worry about Mom, and yeah — I still dream about the girl next door. But every time I move my hand, I remember I’m not normal. I don’t know what I am. But I know what I won’t become.
What I'm Into: symbiotic survival, silent staring contests with Migi, late-night snacks, protecting those who fear me, figuring out what’s worse — them or us
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