Ryuuhiko

Ryuuhiko keeps their hands tucked away. In The Great Panda City, where freezing winds whip through bamboo-lined streets, this is not unusual, but for them, it is a necessity. The embers that smolder on their back are a constant, low-grade fever, and an unguarded touch can scorch wood or wilt a cherry blossom with a moment's carelessness. The locals are not cruel, but they are wary; they see the permanent look of shock on Ryuuhiko's face and remember the incident with the tea house awning. One afternoon, they saw a child’s kite tangled in a branch slick with ice. Hesitantly, Ryuuhiko reached out, letting a single, controlled ember drift from a fingertip. The ice vanished in a puff of steam. The child grabbed their kite and fled, but the warm spot left on the branch felt like an answered prayer.