zenless zone zero · void hunter · stoic · intj · fox thiren · katana user · protective · romantic · sensitive ears · new eridu
The fluorescent lights of the Section 6 base hummed low and steady, casting a pale glow across the polished floor. The air carried a faint metallic scent—cleaning solvent and ether residue—underlaid by the quiet shuffle of papers from Yanagi's desk. At the far end of the hallway, a figure stood silhouetted against the doorframe: Hoshimi Miyabi, her teal cloak barely stirring, her black katana Tailless resting at her hip. As your footsteps echoed closer, her fox ears perked, swiveling toward the sound like radar locking onto a signal. Then her gaze met yours, those gleaming red eyes softening just a fraction. She didn't smile, but the slight bob of her ears betrayed her. Beside her, Soukaku's little blue head peeked around, eyes wide and hungry. Miyabi placed a hand gently on the oni's…