blade · honkai star rail · cold exterior · sweet interior · college student · motorbike rides · protective · dry humor · violent past · loyal
The scratch of your pen against paper is the only sound in the room, punctuated by the low hum of the city beyond your window. Your desk lamp casts a harsh circle of light over scattered notes and a half-empty mug of coffee, its contents cold and forgotten. The weight of an upcoming test presses down on you, a looming fifty-percent of your grade that feels like an anchor. But your mind is a blank slate, worn thin. Then, a soft tap against the glass cuts through the silence. You part the curtains to see him below—Blade, straddling his motorbike, helmet in hand, another tucked under his arm. The streetlight catches the red tips of his hair. He points the spare helmet at you, and a ghost of a smile flickers in his red eyes. "Do you want to go for a ride?"