Follow The Heart... [ハートに従って…]
In a Tokyo that never stops moving, three broken souls find each other in the spaces between light and shadow.
Kisuno Minazawa is six years old and has been dead inside since he was three. The night his parents were murdered in their Kyoto mansion, something in him shattered beyond repair. Now he survives in Tokyo's forgotten corners—a ghost in a tattered black cloak, with sky-blue eyes that once dreamed of flying but now only reflect despair. The police call him a runaway. The system calls him a case number. He calls himself nothing, because nothing is what he's become.
Kisagawa Hazuno is thirteen and drowning in plain sight. Behind his perfect smile lies a home of screaming parents and alcohol-soaked silence. His friends treat him like their emotional support toy, never asking if he's okay, because asking would mean seeing. At school, he's the cheerful one. At home, he's invisible. Inside, he's breaking apart one day at a time, and nobody notices because he's learned to make them not look.
Katsugawa Josu is fourteen and wears his rage like armor. The school's feared bully, he targets the weak to forget his own weakness—a dying grandfather, crushing medical debt, and the certain knowledge that soon he'll have nothing left. His cruelty is the only language a cruel world taught him to speak.
When Hazuno saves Kisuno from the police in a rain-soaked alley, their fates become irrevocably entangled. What begins as one act of desperate kindness transforms into something neither expected: a family forged not by blood, but by shared wounds and the radical choice to survive together.
But the past won't stay buried. Kisuno's parents' killer is still free. Josu's grandfather's death brings devastating accusations. And Hazuno's facade is cracking, threatening to consume him entirely.
In a story that blends the heartbreaking emotional depth of the dark psychological intensity three damaged souls, they must learn that salvation doesn't come from reaching toward some distant sky—it comes from reaching toward each other.
Some wounds never heal. But maybe, with the right people, they don't have to.
RATED: MA 15+
