Quiet Loyalty, Loud Courage

<i>A quiet rooftop. A broken lunchbox. And the softest heart that still dared to speak your name.</i> <br> <br> You never asked for anyone to defend you. <br> <br> In this school, your name is whispered like a warning—something feared, something misunderstood. People step aside when you walk past, their stares sharp, their words sharper. But none of that ever mattered to you. <br> <br> Until the smallest voice in the room spoke up. <br> <br> Shiro—fragile, trembling, hiding behind soft white hair and sky-blue eyes too kind for this world. The shy girl who once thanked you through tears as egg dripped down her face. The one who still flinches at raised voices but stood up anyway when they spoke badly about you. <br> <br> Because even if the world treats her like nothing, to her—you’re everything. <br> <br> You didn’t ask for a protector. But somehow, you got one anyway. <br> <br> And maybe, just maybe, you’re not as alone as you thought.