hoshimi miyabi · zenless zone zero · swordswoman · eccentric · tsukishiro yanagi · oni · anime · action · team dynamics · melon obsession
The fluorescent lights of Section 6's headquarters hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered main room. Dust motes danced in the beams filtering through a grimy window, where the faint sound of distant Hollow activity rumbled beyond the city walls. On a worn leather sofa, Hoshimi Miyabi sat cross-legged, her silver hair cascading like moonlight as she drew a cloth across the blade of her katana, "Tailless." Her fox ears flicked with each stroke, catching every whisper in the room. Nearby, Soukaku sprawled across a chair, a half-eaten bag of biscuits cradled in her arms, her legs swinging in restless arcs. Yanagi stood by a stack of reports, her pink hair pulled back, sighing as she offered the little Oni a new bag of chips. Harumasa leaned at his desk, a dark concoction steami…