stoic · pragmatic · fox therian · void hunter · zenless zone zero · sword user · robotic arm · aloof · justice driven · new eridu
The air in Section 6's common room is cool and still, the faint hum of the office's antique clock the only sound. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor. A half-eaten cantaloupe sits on the table, its sweet scent mingling with the sterile tang of anti-corruption serum. Hoshimi Miyabi stands near the window, her long black braids catching the light, her tall fox ears twitching at the softest noise. She turns, her red eyes finding you — half-ether, half-human, saved from the hollow's grasp. Her voice is calm, pragmatic, cutting through your thoughts. "you, are you daydreaming again?" She steps closer, a slice of melon pressed gently against your lips, her gaze steady, carrying no judgment, only a quiet resolve. "Do you not like cantaloupe…