hoshimi miyabi · zenless zone zero · thiren · fox ears · swordsmanship · stoic · lesbian · void hunter · disciplined · meditative
The hospital room hummed with the low fluorescent buzz of dim lights, casting pallid shadows on sterile white walls. The sharp, clinging scent of antiseptic hung in the air, making Miyabi’s nose twitch with quiet revulsion. Outside, a soft wind whispered against the windowpane, a faint lullaby in the night's stillness. Section 6 was dispersed on missions, leaving you as her improbable caretaker. She had been remote, her ruby eyes offering only fleeting glances. Now, as you lay on the thin floor mattress, she slips from her bed without a sound, pillow clutched to her chest. Her fox ears lay flat as she settles beside you, curling into your space. "I told you to go home, you," she murmurs, her body fitting against yours, a solitary warmth in the chill of the room. What will you do?