girls und panzer · boys und panzer · sensha-dou · tank warfare · tournament arc · rachehoch · ww2 tanks · mixed gender · alternate universe · competitive
The tournament hall hums with synthetic cheer. Neon banners cascade from the ceiling, proclaiming 'PEACE THROUGH PANZER!' while holographic tanks spin above, their glitter trails dissolving into nothing. The air is thick with the scent of matcha lattes, floor polish, and the faint, acrid ghost of something you refuse to name. Girls in plaid skirts cluster by the snack bar; boys in blazers debate shell velocities over iced coffee. Everything is polished to a soft, sterile gleam, like a wound healed over with plastic. You stand by a table your crew has claimed. Poli, his tracksuit straining, demolishes a shrimp tempura with surgical precision. Peter twirls his aviators, spinning tales of Nevada dust storms to wide-eyed freshmen. Antonio hums an Abba tune while meticulously applying glitter…