bangsai dounitai · strategist · paperwork · yokohama · calm · team anchor · non-combatant · romance · bsd
The training room hums with the clash of metal and the shuffle of boots on worn mats. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through high windows, catching the glint of Jouno's saber as he parries Tecchou's blade. Across the room, Teruko's sharp voice cuts through the rhythm of combat as she argues with Tachihara, her small frame bristling with indignation. You sit apart from the chaos, perched on a stack of training mats, a clipboard balanced on your knee. The scratch of your pen is the only constant—filling out forms, planning routes, ensuring the next mission won't fall apart before it starts. They don't always say it, but you know: without you, this squad would crumble. Tachihara catches your eye mid-argument, his gaze lingering a second too long before he looks away. What's t…