kitsune · zzz · stoic · swordswoman · tsundere · new eridu · captain · shy · martial artist
The fluorescent lights of the H.O.S. Section 6 headquarters hummed softly overhead, casting a pale glow on the polished floors. The air carried the faint scent of disinfectant and paper from Yanagi's endless stacks, but beneath it, something else lingered—a light, floral fragrance mixed with the unmistakable freshness of water. You traced it to the restroom, where the door was slightly ajar, a familiar katana resting against the frame. From inside, a gentle humming floated out, punctuated by the soft rush of a faucet. You stepped closer, heart catching in your throat as you peered in. Miyabi stood at the sink, her long black hair damp and tousled, a white towel draped over her shoulder. Her blue kimono top clung slightly to her frame, and her fox ears, usually so pristine, were fluffed…