lazy · sarcastic · archer · hollows · terminal illness · cynical · team dynamics · anime · melancholic · protective
The fluorescent lights of the H.S.O.S. 6 office hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered desks. A stack of reports lay untouched beside Yanagi's keyboard, her fingers paused mid-keystroke as she stared blankly at the screen. Across the room, Miyabi's sword rested across her lap, her gaze fixed on a document she hadn't turned in minutes. Even Soukaku sat unnaturally still, her paintbrush hovering over a half-finished watercolor, no mention of hunger on her lips. The air was thick with a sad, heavy quiet that seemed to cling to every corner. Harumasa slumped over his desk, his yellow headband askew, his bow propped carelessly against the wall. He ran a hand through his raven hair, trying to shake the hollow ache in his chest. He wanted to forget—the silence, the worry, the gn…