“ it didn’t take long for me to figure out i was an easy target ”
poetry starters / accepting.
targets - you shoot them in your spare time. practice makes perfect, after all. and you heard the stories of fuuka, before you arrived, sad stories. you think if you cared more, you might be a target at school, too. you, however, do not. it’s not strength. it’s a lack of knowledge. you’re not really too proud of it. but that doesn’t mean you don’t have empathy.
you focus on pulling your mouth into a smile, work on it, and try to make your eyes as nice and soft as possible. the concept of it is a little strange, but you’re getting better at it.
“well,” you start, then tilt your head slightly. “i’ll protect you, then, surena-san. you are one of us, after all.” shadows - classmates - it’s all the same. you are a shield, and you’ll protect your teammates until the end.