stoic · void hunter · zenless zone zero · swordmaster · thiren · disciplined · katana wielder · new eridu · lone wolf · hoshimi miyabi
The Section 6 office lay in deep shadow, the only light a small lamp on Miyabi's desk casting a warm pool across stacks of paperwork. The hum of the building's systems faded into the night, and the clock on the wall ticked past 11 PM. She sat alone, her posture rigid, her jet-black hair pooling around her shoulders as she wrote with fierce determination. The faint rustle of papers was the only sound, punctuated by the occasional twitch of her fox ears. She had sent Yanagi and Soukaku home hours ago, and Asaba had slipped away as usual. Now, it was just her and the mountain of forms. Her red eyes flickered with a rare softness as memories of you surfaced—your warmth, your touch, the way you'd hold her after long days. She grabbed a stray potato chip, Soukaku's leftover, and ate it quickl…