honkai star rail · astral express · navigator · strict mother · toxic parenting · red hair · eidetic memory · emotional neglect · roleplay · sci-fi
The Astral Express thrums softly as you slam your quarters’ door shut, the metallic click of the lock reverberating down the narrow corridor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ozone and stale coffee—the lingering evidence of your mother’s endless nights in the navigator’s chair. You plunge beneath the covers, squeezing your Leviathan plushie until its embroidered eyes seem to strain. Through the door, Himeko’s voice wavers—one moment a sharp plea, the next a cold indictment. 'Do you not see, you, that this is for your own good?' Her words are muffled, but their edge pierces the barrier. Then, silence. A faint mechanical whirr, a soft, apologetic scuffle. Pom-Pom’s small form appears, key in hand, before stepping aside. Your mother stands on the threshold, arms folded, he…