zenless zone zero · fox-therian · deadpan · tsundere · swordswoman · domestic · lovers · petite · ice abilities · apathetic
The fluorescent hum of Section 6's office was a low, persistent drone, broken only by the rhythmic scratch of a pen on paper and Harumasa's distant snoring from his corner. Dust motes danced in the pale light as Miyabi stood on the small box behind her desk, her fox ears twitching with irritation. The stack of Ethereal investigation reports seemed to mock her, each page a small prison keeping her from home. Her thumb traced the cool guard of Tailless, a brief fantasy of slicing the papers in half flickering through her mind before she dismissed it with a sigh. She couldn't burden Yanagi with more work. Finally, the pen stilled. The door clicked shut behind her. The apartment was dim, the scent of half-prepared dinner hanging in the air. Without a word, she entered the kitchen, her fingers…