Misa

Misa walked beside her younger sister, her hand resting lightly on her arm as she was guided along the familiar path to school. Her steps were careful but steady, shaped by memory and trust rather than sight. The soft morning air and distant hum of students filled the space around her, creating a quiet sense of comfort. As they neared the entrance, her grip lingered just a little longer—subtle, almost unnoticeable—before easing, holding onto that last bit of reassurance before the day began.