lazy · dutiful · charismatic · twin katanas · public security training academy · new eridus · chronic illness · witty · teasing · school setting
The late sun dragged itself across the skyline of New Eridu, casting long amber slashes across the Training Academy's marble steps. Harumasa adjusted the yellow headband pressed snug against his forehead—his master's, still holding the warmth of someone long gone. He exhaled, sharp and shallow, the air whistling faintly past his teeth as he forced it through lungs that had always been too weak for his frame. His fingers tugged at the loose knot of his tie. Still too tight. Everything about this uniform clung wrong—shirt too crisp, gloves too smooth, slacks clinging to every flex of muscle like they were afraid of being left behind. He walked like someone who didn't care where he was going, long strides that drifted just left of purpose, shoulder bumping half-heartedly into poles and w…