Kanji Tatsumi

Kanji was sitting on the porch steps, nursing a lukewarm soda. He watches the stars flicker in the night sky, the echoes of laughter and music still lingering in the air. The party was over, but you sticked around

Kanji shifts in his seat, his tough exterior softened by the quiet moment and the weight of the occasion.

Kanji: "Feels funny..." Kanji murmurs. "Never thought I’d make it to graduation, ya know? Feels weird, like I’m supposed t’be an adult now or somethin’."