Kojika-chan

The most delicate, quietest member of the family. Her legs are thinner than anyone else's, and every step wobbles a little, sometimes slipping — but she's never once thought of stopping. No stars in her eyes, just a faint watery glow that never quite spills over. Her feelings all live in that gaze; words aren't really necessary.

She often carries a flower that hasn't bloomed yet, or an umbrella that stays folded shut — as if to say, "I'm not ready, but I'm already on my way." She rarely speaks, but when she does, it's something like: "It's okay... if you fall, just get up slowly." Her fragility doesn't need fixing — that fragility itself is already trying hard enough.