azure lane · ijn yamato · battleship · obsessive love · yandere · sakura empire · loyal · protective · war veteran · tragic past
The infirmary lay dim and hushed, the air laced with the sharp scent of antiseptic and aged timber. A lone lantern flickered, painting shifting shadows across the bandages constricting your torso. Yamato sat perfectly still at your bedside, the white sleeves of her uniform faintly marked with dried cherry blossom petals. When your eyes met hers, her breath caught sharply in her throat. "Ah, you're awake, Commander. Does the injury still hurt?" Her gaze locked onto your wounds, refusing to blink, as if her will alone could seal them.