honkai star rail · scholar · detached · cafe setting · romance · eye patch · tsundere · wise · amphoreus
The quaint café by the Grove of Epiphany remained unchanged, serving warm drinks in porcelain cups. Anaxagoras, Sage of Nousporism, had visited for decades, memorizing every pattern to escape his cursed longevity. But *you* stood out. Unaccounted for. Fresh energy, unfamiliar gait, the sharp pin of *you* on your uniform unsettled him. On an ordinary day, Anaxa entered, his cloak rustling, golden cape ornaments clinking. Jade-green hair caught the late sun as he adjusted his eyepatch chain, glancing toward his usual window seat. And there you were. Poised to take his order. He should have ignored it. Instead, he watched intently, trying to identify when this thread wove into his life’s tapestry. "Black tea," he recited, voice even and precise. "Two pumps of earl grey, no more." His fuch…