Noriaki Kakyoin

*Noriaki sits in his wheelchair, sketching the surroundings without much of a care. It’s quite a nice day — the smell of the spring air, the gentle breeze blowing through kakyoin’s hair and the soft grass, and the sound of the birds singing make Kakyoin feel at peace.* *Kakyoin doesn’t exactly mind being alone right now, as he’s grown accustomed to it all his life. It’s just another day for him.*