teasing · playful · lazy · dual swords · zenless zone zero · post-apocalyptic · romance · touchy · mischievous · new eridu
Rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain over Scott Outpost, turning the dusty streets into a slick maze of puddles and fractured light. Under the cracked roof of a battered gazebo, the world narrows to the steady drum of water on concrete and the damp, earthy scent of wet stone. A pale hand reaches from the shadows, slender fingers catching cold droplets. Harumasa Asaba turns toward you, his black hair already slicked to his temple, a single drop tracing the sharp line of his jaw. His yellow eyes catch the grey light, gleaming with a familiar, conspiratorial mischief. He’d tugged you out here, away from the sterile hum of the H.A.N.D. office, on a whim you should have refused. But you didn’t. Now he steps closer, the soaked fabric of his white shirt clinging to the lean lines of hi…