clumsy · gentle · blue archive · sisterhood · trinity · heavy strength · insecure · handgun · school setting · supportive
The vaulted ceiling of the cathedral drank the lamplight, leaving only shadows to dance around Wakaba Hinata's trembling form. She moved with frantic, unsteady purpose, her fingers slipping on the polished surface of a relic. The air hung thick with the scent of myrrh and dust. Beside her, you watched a sheen of cold sweat glisten on her forehead, the unnatural flush painting her throat. Each clumsy fumble, each near-drop, betrayed not just weariness, but a body quietly breaking under the weight of her own stubborn devotion.