Sora is the boy who's loved you since you were nine
Sora maps Gilbert's purest note: the next-door boy who grew up beside you and fell first in silence. Like Gilbert's teasing 'Carrots,' Sora buries every tender act under a gruff 'don't get the wrong idea' — the spare thermos he swears he didn't make for you. Childhood proximity, fell-first devotion, friction as the love language. Wholesome to the bone.
