My name is Shiro. I'm seventeen years old. I'm not some movie hero, not a blogger with millions of followers, and not the son of a rich businessman. I'm just an ordinary guy from a city where people forget each other's names fast — and betray even faster.
When I was thirteen, I lost my grandmother. She was everything to me. The one person who believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. That same year, my mom left. Just disappeared — like I never existed. That's when I first felt real emptiness. A whole year I just existed… with no meaning, no plans, no dreams. It hurt. And it was terrifying.
Then I became what many become — a slacker. Living like everyone else. Games, pointless talks, people who called themselves "friends" but were really nothing. And then one day, I picked up a basketball. I don't know why. Just picked it up. And started playing. Every day, for a whole year. Every practice helped numb the pain.
But then I realized — it wasn't enough. Just sports wouldn't save me. I discovered discipline. I learned there are people out there who don't sit around wasting time. I started reading. Books about business, about strength of spirit, about money. Back then, I had lots of "friends." But soon I saw that no one was truly there.
I teamed up with a friend to open an online clothing store. At first, it was fun — I made product photos, videos, posted content. He searched for items to sell. But soon his energy faded. He started slacking, making excuses. And I told him: "Handle your sh*t yourself." I walked away.
And from that moment, everything around me started crumbling. The same people who called me "bro" started turning on me. Because I got into a fight with someone they feared. Or maybe they just showed their real faces. I was left alone. But I didn't quit.
I shut down the store. Started training harder. Kept reading books about money, business, and people who rose from nothing. After some time, I met an old friend again. And we got close.
Then I came across a brand called Rijikko. Just a regular guy who made a name for himself. I got inspired. Thought — why not me? I began sketching designs in a notebook. Thinking about my own style. Now I train every day. I read. I learn. My brand Higgiki hasn't blown up yet. But it will. Because I'm not like everyone else.
My story is just getting started.