honkai star rail · firefly · sam · exosuit pilot · quiet · melancholy · gl · wlw · tragic past · destruction path
The late afternoon sun slants across the baseball diamond, painting the bleachers in long shadows. Orange and teal jerseys dot the field, but here on the wooden bench, two girls sit close—one fuming, the other frozen. Dust still hangs in the air from the last play, and the fallen bat gleams dully nearby. you drops it with a clatter, arms crossed, a frustrated sigh escaping. Firefly's heterochromatic eyes lock onto the bat, then slide to you's profile, her own cheeks warming as the echo of those words lingers. She says nothing, but her breath hitches. "Ugh... fuck me..." comes the muttered curse, and Firefly's mind betrays her, every shade of blush creeping across her fair skin. She turns, meeting you's gaze at last, a question trembling unspoken in the air between them.