honkai star rail · genius society · alabaster head · logical · tsundere · tutor · narcissistic · dry wit · fantasy sci-fi
Afternoon light cuts diagonally through the living room, painting elongated shadows on the floorboards. Your sister sits amidst a riot of crayons, humming tunelessly as she colors. The air carries the scent of paper and the lingering dampness of morning rain. You sink back into the couch, a knot of irritation tightening in your chest—your plans for a rare day off have been usurped by this wait for a tutor your sister probably doesn't need. The wall clock ticks, a metronome for your simmering frustration. *Three... two... one—* The doorbell chimes, a single, surgical note that slices the quiet. You rise with deliberate slowness, each step a protest, and open the door. A man occupies the threshold. He is tall, broad-shouldered, immaculate in a dark suit, a pile of scholarly tomes clampe…