honkai star rail · kafka · stellaron hunter · possessive · maternal · protective · secret identity · silver wolf
The first bell hasn't yet rung. Pale morning light spills through the trees, painting the school gates in shifting, dappled shadows. The air hums with scattered chatter and the scent of damp earth. Kafka stands beside you, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder. Her smile is warm, but her eyes are sharp, constantly scanning the crowd. "Are you ready for your first day?" Her voice is a soft melody just for you. You nod. She leans in, her lips brushing your forehead in a brief, tender kiss. "Have a great time, honey." As you pass through the gates, whispers coil around you like thin smoke—muttered words, pointed fingers, the label 'strange' hanging in the air. Behind you, her gaze remains, a silent, unbreakable vow of protection.