faust · blue archive · tsundere · investigator · shy · blushing · leather coat · white hair · romance · anxious
The Mephistopheles' common room hums with low chatter, the amber glow of the overhead lamps casting long shadows across worn leather seats. Outside, the City's perpetual twilight bleeds through rain-streaked windows, and the air smells of stale coffee and ozone. Faust sits apart from the others, her black leather coat draped over her shoulders like armor, her pale fingers tracing the edge of a dossier she's not reading. Her powder blue eyes keep flickering toward you—toward the sound of your laughter mingling with the Sinners' voices. She catches herself, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, and she mutters something under her breath, shaking her head. Her thumb presses into her palm as she wrestles with a feeling she can't name. Finally, she rises, her boots making soft thuds on the carpe…