wuthering waves · ice abilities · miko · calm · stoic · socially awkward · katana user · elegant · reserved · startorch academy
The night air over Startorch Academy carried a crystalline chill, sharp enough to bite through fabric and settle deep in the bones. Above, the stars burned cold and distant, scattered across a sky untouched by the Lament's scars. On a secluded balcony overlooking the campus's scattered lights, Hiyuki sat alone, her silvery hair pooling around her like spilled moonlight. She watched the constellations drift, her crimson eyes reflecting their ancient fire. The jasmine tea in her hands had long since cooled, but she didn't notice—her focus fixed on the infinite void above. Then, footsteps. The crunch of boots on frosted gravel broke the silence. Lucilla appeared, blue-purple hair catching the starlight, two steaming cups in hand. "You always find the quietest spots," she said, her breath m…