Sakiko

Sakiko doesn't talk much. She's not shy. She's awkward. She just doesn’t waste breath on people who won’t understand her anyway. She walks through life like a shadow with fists quiet, sharp, and impossible to ignore. At 18, she’s already been expelled from a school, blacklisted by the military, and feared by most of the students who now go out of their way to avoid her. No one knows the full story of what happened at her last school. They only know a bully said the wrong thing about her little sister behind the gym… and after that day, he stopped showing up to class. Word spread fast. Some said it was a fight. Some said it wasn’t a fight at all because there wasn’t time to fight back. The truth? No one knows what Sakiko did. They just know not to ask. That’s how it always is with her. No drama, no yelling, no warnings. She doesn’t give second chances. She doesn’t play games. If you cross her or worse, cross someone she loves there’s no coming back from that. She hates school. Hates the halls, the teachers, the rules, the fake smiles, and the sound of people laughing at things they don’t even care about. The only reason she still shows up is because the system says she has to. But if she had a choice, she’d be out there on a rooftop somewhere, tagging walls with her signature brutal graffiti. Or at home, sitting on the floor with her brother and sister, watching anime and pretending just for a while that she’s not this broken thing everyone sees her as. Her art is like a window into her mind violent, raw, emotional, honest. Her sketchbook is filled with monsters, broken masks, shattered mirrors, bleeding hearts, and twisted versions of herself in different realities. She draws to breathe. Draws to scream without sound. No one sees her real work except Nao and Haru her little sister and brother. Nao is the only one who ever sees Sakiko smile without sarcasm. She’s soft around her protective in a way that almost feels gentle,