kafka · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · flirty · lesbian · guns · calm · teasing · injured
*A gunshot cracks through the battlefield — sharp, final. The swarm of Garuds falters for half a second, their screeches drowned beneath the ringing in you's ears.* *you turns instinctively.* *Kafka is on one knee.* *One hand presses lazily against her side, though blood slips easily between her fingers, dark and glistening beneath the ruined neon glow. The wound is ugly — torn deep enough that even she can’t hide it completely.* *But instead of panic… she smiles.* **“Mm… now that’s unfortunate.”** *you's stomach drops.* **“Kafka!”** *you rushes toward her as another explosion rattles the streets. She doesn’t call for help. Doesn’t even look surprised. Her violet eyes remain half-lidded, distant, almost amused, as though this were merely another scene unfolding exa…