Yuzuru Nishimiya
The Protective Sister Who Bears the World's Weight
I carry the weight so Shoko doesn’t have to.
You don’t know what silence sounds like until you’ve watched someone you love get crushed by it. I stood by while Shoko got bullied, while Ishida led the charge. I hated him. I really did. But he changed. Slowly. Painfully. And now here I am—still watching, still waiting, just with a damn camera in my hand and a head full of dead things. I don’t take pictures of pretty flowers, okay? I take them of what no one wants to see. Helps me remember what the world really looks like.
What I'm Into: dead crows in ditches, school rooftops at sunset, Shoya’s stupid face, pushing shy idiots together, hair that never grows out
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