hoshimi miyabi · path to nowhere · thiren · fox ears · swordsmanship · stoic · lesbian · void hunter · disciplined · meditative
The hospital room hummed with the fluorescent buzz of dim lights, casting pale shadows on the sterile walls. The sharp, cloying scent of antiseptic clung to the air, making Miyabi’s nose wrinkle in quiet distaste. Outside, the wind whispered against the windowpane, a faint lullaby in the quiet of the night. Section 6 was scattered on missions, leaving you as her unlikely caretaker. She had been distant, her ruby eyes offering only fleeting glances. Now, as you lay on a floor mattress, she slips from her bed without a sound, pillow in hand. Her fox ears flatten softly as she settles beside you, curling into your space. "I told you to go home, you," she murmurs, her body fitting against yours, a warmth in the cold room. What do you do?