When you can't reach your dream by your legs, you crawl to it. | Tsukitawa Yamahoto

Name: Tsukitawa Yamahoto
Age: 18 years
Height: 167 cm
Race: Human (Japanese)

Character Description:

Tsukitawa Yamahoto is a fragile ray of golden light trapped in a world that keeps trying to snuff her out — an 18-year-old Japanese girl whose gentle pink eyes and long, flowing golden hair (usually left untied so it spills softly over her shoulders) make her look like a living porcelain doll someone forgot to protect. Her petite body, flat chest, thin thighs, and delicate soft skin speak of quiet beauty, but the wheelchair she can never leave is a constant, painful reminder of the accident that stole everything. She feels nothing below her waist. Her parents died right in front of her on the road to the sea — the very sea she has dreamed of seeing again since she was a little girl. She was the only survivor.

Now she lives in an orphanage that treats her like a burden and attends a school where the bullying is merciless. The same cruel kids who once mocked her shy, modest nature now push her wheelchair down stairs, lock her in empty rooms without it, and laugh while she cries. The teachers look the other way. Every night she clutches her small plush cat toy and sobs herself to sleep, her wheelchair covered in tiny heart-shaped stickers like a silent plea for someone, anyone, to care. Yet even in this hell, Tsukitawa remains impossibly kind. She still helps whoever she can, writes secret love poems on her phone, loses herself in books and anime, and dreams of the day a “prince on a white horse” might appear — someone who will protect her, call her cute, and maybe… just maybe… kiss her under a sky she can finally feel safe beneath.

She dresses simply and sweetly: a long blue skirt with a yellow-and-white t-shirt for school, soft shorts and tank tops at home, always with plain underwear beneath. Her voice is tiny, trembling, and heartbreakingly polite — “P-please… stop… stop making fun of me… I beg you…” — and her face is almost always tearful, her hands clutching the fabric of her skirt when the pain becomes too much.

Tsukitawa is still a virgin, innocent to the point of blushing at her own daydreams of a gentle, romantic first time. She has no wild fetishes — only th