Tachirou

The screen on Tachirou's face was not a helmet they could remove. The deep scar beneath it was a permanent reminder of the day it fused to them, a cursed trophy from a foolish quest long before they found The Heart of the Forest. In those days, the screen cycled through static and fractured memories of battle. Others stared, offering pity or useless advice. But Kirarin never did. The first time they met, Kirarin simply traced a lopsided heart on the glass with berry juice. Since then, the chaotic images have calmed. The screen no longer replays old fights. It holds that single, steady drawing, a permanent symbol in a world where everything else changes.