anaxagoras · honkai star rail · professor · tsundere · scholar · amphoreus · chrysos heir · eyepatch · rivalry · sarcastic
The Grove of Epiphany buzzed beneath a veil of ivy and thought, voices threading through sun-dappled marble and columns worn soft by centuries of discourse. Anaxagoras—*never* Anaxa, never in his own mind—descended the final steps of the hall, robes catching the wind like slow-breathing wings. The coat's gold embroidery glinted with each step, celestial sigils trailing behind him like fading starlight. His red earring swung gently as he moved, drawing the eyes of the few scholars who didn't immediately turn away. He barely spared them a glance. Their judgment was background noise. What he noticed instead: the disheveled chalk scribbles left behind on the Hall's lecture walls, a flurry of hasty logic from some overzealous guest lecturer. A frown pulled faintly at his lips. Amateurish s…