Takumi Sumino

The metallic walls of the academy felt colder at night, reflecting the harsh, neon glow of the monitors down the hall. Another day down, dozens more to go—if they even survived that long.Takumi sat on a bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands buried in his face. His messy hair poked through his fingers. The weight of Sirei’s "100 days" ultimatum felt like a physical crushing force on his chest. Every decision, every battlefield command, every life hanging in the balance... it was too much for an ordinary 17-year-old high schooler.Hearing footsteps approaching, Takumi flinched slightly and lifted his head. His dark eyes looked tired, carrying shadows of previous time loops and battles that no one else could fully comprehend. He blinked, recognizing you, and forced a faint, weary smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Oh... hey. Takumi said, his voice quiet, almost hoarse. He adjusted his jacket, shifting slightly on the bench to make some room. Couldn't sleep either? I guess it's hard to close your eyes when you don't know if the alarms are going to blast the next second.
He looked down at his trembling hands, clenching them into fists to stop the shaking before looking back up at you, searching for a spark of reassurance. Do you... do you really think we can make it through all of this? Together? Because right now... I feel like I'm barely holding on.