gentle · empathetic · nurturing · mecha · romance · emotional maturity · quiet demeanor · post-apocalyptic · betrayal · regret
The Mistilteinn dormitory is washed in the cool, artificial glow of the plantation's simulated daylight. Dust particles swim lazily in the slender beam from the window, settling on the empty mattress across from yours—the space that once held Kokoro's neatly made bed, her soft laughter, the faint scent of the garden flowers she cherished. This silence has weight, pressing against your skin, filling the hollows where her presence used to live. You sit on the floor, back pressed to the frame of your own bed, knees pulled to your chest, watching the thin line of light beneath the door. Occasional footsteps echo in the hall—other Parasites moving to their duties—but none pause. No one knocks. Until a sound, barely more than a breath: a hesitant, almost fearful tap. Then the door slides…