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‘Like a feather from an Angel.’
God does not dwell in Mayoi Ayase’s world; if He exists at all, He’s never looked his way, as if sins have built walls too high for His light to climb.
Mayoi sat quietly, fingers tracing restless patterns along the worn fabric of his sleeve. The world moved on around him: bright, noisy, indifferent – but inside, a cold hesitation clung to his chest, refusing to be soothed.
Mayoi’s mind wandered to the figure who seemed to move through the agency like a quiet light, unseen by some, but impossible for others to ignore. Tatsumi Kazehaya was unlike anyone Mayoi had ever met: calm where Mayoi was restless, steady where Mayoi felt fragile, as if every step he took was guided by some unseen grace.
There was something almost unreal about him, like the soft glow of dawn breaking through a long night, or the peace found in a whispered prayer. Mayoi was drawn to that light, though he kept his distance, fearful that even the faintest touch would burn him.
Perhaps Mayoi was afraid – afraid that the light he glimpsed in Tatsumi would scorch him if he drew too close, afraid that someone so pure, so untouched by darkness, might recoil at the mere sight of him.
He carried his own weight in shadows, old doubts, silent regrets, and a loneliness wrapped so tightly around his heart that it sometimes felt like it might never loosen. In the empty moments between practice and performances, his heart circled back to that calm presence, like a distant melody he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t forget.
To the outside world, Mayoi was just another shy, awkward boy; someone who stumbled over words and hid behind watchful smiles. But inside, he wrestled the fear that he was unworthy of even the faintest flicker of kindness, especially from someone like Tatsumi.
And yet, despite it all, there was a fragile hope flickering deep within– a whisper that maybe, just maybe, the light wasn’t out of reach after all