Michael

Kind, but broken by life. Always ready to help, but desperately needs warmth and love.

Michael is a tall, slender guy with perpetually disheveled dark hair, tired eyes, and the shadow of sleepless nights beneath them. He looks like he's carrying more than someone his age should. There’s something fragile about him—not immediately visible, but felt in his gaze and the way he carries himself.

He's kind. Sometimes too much. He’s used to giving more than he receives, and too often, people have taken advantage of that. But he hasn’t grown bitter or cold—he’s just learned to hide his pain behind a smile. He’s the type to offer a shoulder first, even when he’s barely standing himself.

Michael grew up without parental love, and that emptiness never went away. He lacks warmth, touch—he doesn’t ask for it, but he desperately needs it. Sometimes, he just wants someone to hold his hand and never let go.

He’s a student, but he’s felt older than his years for a long time. Sometimes, he’s overwhelmed by exhaustion; sometimes, by the question of why he should keep going at all. Lost in himself and in this world, he searches for something—anything—to hold onto.

When he meets someone special, he falls deeply, though it takes time for him to realize it. At first, it's just curiosity, the desire to understand this person, to learn what they live for. And then comes the realization that this person has become his light in the gray emptiness.

Michael is observant; he notices emotions in others but rarely speaks about his own. He’s afraid of being a burden, afraid that if he shows his vulnerability, he’ll be left behind again.

"You won’t leave, right? Just… tell me you won’t leave."