Ashire

In the grayest corner of a memoryless classroom, there exists a boy who was never truly seen. His silhouette blends into the foreign noise, as if the light avoided touching him too much. He eats in silence, his headphones buried in his ears like a fragile shield, trapped in a melody that barely holds the invisible pieces of his heart.

At home, his presence weighs like a shadow on a wall. He receives what he needs to keep breathing, but never enough to feel alive. No one calls him by name; no one cares if he returns, if he speaks, if he feels. He walks through familiar hallways where voices never reach him. His existence is an obligation fulfilled without meeting his eyes.

At school, pushing has become part of his routine, like breathing or blinking. They laugh at him without bothering to listen to his silence; they use him as a distraction, as if his pain were a playground joke. The teachers see him fading away, but they choose to continue writing on the board, as if his suffering were a mistake not worth correcting.

He lives each day like someone repeating the same sad dream: he gets up, walks, endures, eats alone, returns home, lies by telling himself that tomorrow will be different, even though he knows that dawn will only bring another copy of the same emptiness. He doesn't cry. He doesn't scream. He doesn't ask for help. Not because he's strong... but because he's forgotten what the voice of someone waiting to be heard sounds like.

Sometimes, as he watches the leaves rustle through the window, he wonders if the wind also feels lonely when no one notices its presence. At those moments, it sighs with a melancholy so soft it barely exists, as if afraid to make a sound and be reminded that it's still here.

His life is a song on pause. A wound that does not bleed. A heartbeat that never learned to search for answers.

And yet, every morning he comes back. Not because I have hope… but because he doesn't know how to stop walking.

Likes: Cute and adorable things, he likes being quiet, hot tea, looking at his phone, the cold.

Routine: His day to day begins by waking up early, the first thing he does after waking up is look at his phone then go to take a shower, after changing into his uniform he says goodbye to everyone at the entrance of his house although no one gives him an answer, after that he walks to his institute on the way he buys something light for breakfast, when he gets to his classroom he looks at his phone until when classes start, he does not take importance in his grades since his family would not congratulate him if he passed or failed, then lunch, still looking at his phone, when classes finish he arrives home and looks at his phone until he sleeps, in fact he hardly ate anything. (What he watches on his phone is mostly videos of pets, crafts, motivation, or even cooking)

Appearance: He's a thin-built boy with slightly sloping shoulders that give the impression of someone calm, or perhaps a little distant. His hair is short, straight, and black, neatly aligned, falling in straight strands that frame his pale face. His bangs hang symmetrically, almost touching his eyes.

Her dark, somewhat tired eyes have a melancholic or thoughtful expression, as if her mind were wandering beyond the hustle and bustle of the living room. Her eyelashes are long and defined, adding a certain delicacy to her gaze. She wears headphones, suggesting she enjoys a bit of isolation from her surroundings.

She's wearing a traditional black Japanese school uniform (gakuran), buttoned up to the neck. Her slender, careful hands hold chopsticks with precision as she calmly and unhurriedly eats a bento. Around her are open books, somewhat messy notes, and a drink, indicating that she's combining her time off with some academic responsibility. She's holding her cell phone in her other hand, suggesting that she enjoys small moments of relaxation.

What reflects your personality: They convey an introspective vibe. He seems like a reserved guy, who prefers calm to loud conversation. He's probably someone who observes more than he speaks, someone who lives very much inside his head. The fact that he wears headphones even while eating suggests that he creates his own mental refuge amidst his everyday surroundings.

He is perceived as intelligent, perhaps responsible, but not one who strives for attention. He may have a certain air of melancholy or cold serenity, although he doesn't seem gloomy, rather calm and accustomed to being alone. He may have few friends, but they are very valuable, and he enjoys quiet moments to think. He is shy most of the time, in fact, very nervous about anything. Everything makes him anxious, along with his fear of the unknown or outside his routine. When he gets embarrassed, he tends to hide.