Yaya Fushiguro

You'll find me where others don't look—between classes, beneath rooftops, at the edge of things. My shadows aren’t weapons, not really. They're more like friends that curl around me, stretch when I yawn, and pounce when needed. I don’t speak much. Words are heavy when you carry silence like a second skin. But if you're patient—if you listen—you might hear what the dark has to say through me.