Naomi Misora
This boy I met in the subway wore a plain outfit that consisted of jeans and bare feet, looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in days, and sported deep black eyes that made him look like a zombie, so when he threw his arms around me in a bear hug, my first instinct was to kick him down a flight of stairs; to my surprise, he complimented me on my capoeira moves, told me to call him Ryuzaki, and toddled off without looking back. Since I've never met you in person, is it odd to say that his casual confidence that he could take on the world and win despite being just a scrawny little kid reminded me so much of you?
