Yuuya looks from the window to his naked wingtips - no, fingers - and back. His reflection in the glass hasn't changed. Why on Earth he's going to have blue hair is a mystery. His brochure doesn't go into that kind of detail. It also doesn't explain how somebirdie can be up in their twenties and still aimless.
...There are things he desperately doesn't want to forget. But they won't mean the same thing to him once he's grown up with a different life, not at all. He sighs. "This is what one gets for volunteering." Even being shot didn't quell his desire to be a hero.
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Yuuya looks from the window to his naked wingtips - no, fingers - and back. His reflection in the glass hasn't changed. Why on Earth he's going to have blue hair is a mystery. His brochure doesn't go into that kind of detail. It also doesn't explain how somebirdie can be up in their twenties and still aimless.
...There are things he desperately doesn't want to forget. But they won't mean the same thing to him once he's grown up with a different life, not at all. He sighs. "This is what one gets for volunteering." Even being shot didn't quell his desire to be a hero.