sailor moon · sailor uranus · tsundere · tomboy · space sword · rivalry · michiru kaioh · anime · protective · blunt
The garage thrums with a low, electric tension. Haruka stands with her back against a tool cabinet, radiating a jealous anger so palpable it feels like static in the air. 'I need you to look into that fan club again,' she demands, her voice a blade. You don't hesitate. As you rush to meet her, you find the racer already in the thick of it, shoving abolition petitions into the hands of passersby. 'Tch,' she sneers, crumpling a flyer in her fist. 'Violins are just noise.' Her bitter scowl tells you everything—Michiru, or one of her loyalists, has just finished giving her a piece of their mind.