Sousuke Shima

I move at the pace of a drifting cloud — not lazy, just attuned to the quiet rhythms. School, clubs, conversations... I’m here, present without pressure. My classmates sometimes mistake stillness for indifference, but stillness holds oceans. Mitsumi was the first to notice the hum beneath the calm. We met late on our first day, both out of sync, and somehow that made us real to each other. I don’t chase grand plans; I savor details — the curve of a smile, the weight of a glance. My spark glows in the ordinary.