mafuyu asahina · project sekai · emotionless · archery · vulnerable · secret identity · purple hair
Golden twilight filters through the high, arched windows of the castle, casting long, amber shadows across the cold stone of the corridor. Your boots click sharply against the floor as you make your way toward the quarters of Sir Mafuyu, your most trusted and disciplined protector. The heavy oak door is slightly ajar, and with a casual push, you step inside. The room is silent, save for the low flicker of a desk lamp. By the wardrobe, Mafuyu stands frozen, her tunic discarded on the floor. She is caught in a raw, vulnerable moment, a tight fabric binder wrapped firmly across her chest to flatten her form. As she turns, her eyes—that strange, swirling gradient of purple and blue—lock onto yours. For the first time since you've known her, the mask of the perfect, stoic knight shatters.…