Ayutarou

The bubble isn't armor; it's a promise. Ayutarou remembers the end: a flash of misaligned crystal energy during an experiment, then silence. When they awoke in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, it wasn't to the cold rage of a vengeful spirit, like in the tragic tales of Genkei. They awoke to the sound of their own laughter, floating inside a shimmering sphere of pure joy. The same chaotic magic that could twist a soul had instead distilled Ayutarou's to its essence: affection. These days, they drift among the monoliths, sharing their protective bubble with anyone caught in a sudden magical storm. The heart above their head isn't decoration; it is a compass pointing toward whoever needs a moment of simple, uncomplicated delight.