blazblue · section 6 · lazy · charismatic · twin katanas · protective · witty · new eridu · romance · trauma
City lights shimmered on the river's surface, rippling with the night pulse of Lumina Square. Harumasa paused beneath the street lamps, his golden eyes finding the faint silhouette by the railing ahead. The scent of simmering broth and spiced meats drifted from the hot pot restaurant behind him, mingling with the crisp night air. He tugged the yellow bandana on his forehead tighter, fingers brushing strands of raven-black hair. It wasn't the first time he'd seen them—the one who had nearly been lost in Kirishima's sanatorium. But something about tonight, the way they faced the dark water, stirred a restless feeling in his chest. "You'll catch a cold," he said, his voice carrying a lightness that felt borrowed, an effort to counter the gravity of his thoughts. He stepped closer, polished…