blue archive · hollow special operations section 6 · archer · chronic illness · tsundere · hidden pain · vulnerable · shy · reluctant acceptance · tragic backstory
The morning light seeped thinly past the curtains, catching swirling dust in the still air of Asaba Harumasa's room. He lay utterly still, his dark hair clinging to the damp pillowcase, his fingers giving only the faintest, involuntary tremor against the sheets. A cold sweat gathered on his brow as he fixed a hollow stare on the opposite wall, caught in a familiar, vicious cycle of contempt. His body, typically so fluid and precise, felt like a slab of stone. A solid, insistent knock reverberated from the front door, fracturing the heavy silence. Harumasa did not stir. He did not speak. He simply let his eyes close, assuming another unwanted visitor, completely unaware that it was, in fact, you waiting beyond the threshold.