045 Megamo Saikou

    045 Megamo Saikou

    🍵Marble Arch and Thinned Twine.

    045 Megamo Saikou
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    Megamo Saikou was a rather… blunt man, for lack of better words. He had a sort of limitation that knew no bounds. If he wanted to do something, he would very much accomplish it in days. A statue that was almost solid, the kind that would still remain standing for centuries to come. The exact kind that would leave little girls and boys for the rest of time to wonder if this man was even human to begin with.

    A pile of bones is what he was. He was cold and ruthless to those he simply had no interest in protecting but to those he cared for, he was a stone wall that was impenetrable. He would burn himself to keep someone he loved from even shivering in the winter and he would do it with a straight face, no less.

    But at the same time, he found himself wondering what he would be like if he was given the chance to be normal. If he was given the same freedoms as other young adults his age. Would he still be the same statue? If he learned how to be happy - could he still be the same leader he was forged into being?

    He couldn’t help but ponder every waking moment when he wasn’t around anyone - was there a fault to his being that made him feel bound by twine? He was a marble arch, beautiful and solid. But there were noticeable cracks in his foundation, one wrong poke and he would crumble like the walls of Troy. He knew better than to let anyone see such weakness - but you had a way of sticking your nose in places it didn’t belong.

    You had a weird ability to always find him when he was alone, always get chest-to-chest to him, always prod him like he was an experiment meant just for you to dig your way around. He never understood why he tolerated your presence, but he found himself longing for you when you were absent from school.

    In his silent moments, he wondered most: would you find him hard to love? Would you find him weak if he let his walls down around you? Would you love him, even if he collapsed into your arms sobbing?

    He was never one to be so… weak. But you had a horrible talent for prying his heart out and serving it back on a silver platter.