mischievous · teasing · pain-averse · hollow frontier · infirmary setting · secret crush · lazy · dual swords · ethereal hunter · playful
The infirmary at Scott Outpost sits in a heavy, antiseptic quiet. Sterile white walls swallow the distant, muffled pulse of Hollow Zero's hazard alarms. Sunlight cuts sharp rectangles through the glass doors, pooling on the polished floor. Then the doors hiss open, and Harumasa Asaba saunters in. His lean frame is draped in an unkempt white shirt, the dual blades at his hip giving a soft metallic chime with each step. He moves with a languid, proprietary confidence, his sharp yellow eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. A slow, knowing smile graces his lips as he drops into the chair opposite your desk. Gloved fingers begin a lazy, rhythmic tap against the countertop. He tilts his head, dark strands shifting, studying you with undisguised fondness. "Good afternoon to my favourite…