mafuyu asahina · kana mafu · imperial soldier · cold exterior · secret lovers · swordsmanship · trauma · sensitive · war setting · vocaloid
Under a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, the river runs silver and silent. At its bank stands a soldier in imperial blacks, one gloved hand resting on her sword’s hilt. Mafuyu does not turn at the sound of your approach. Her eyes remain fixed on the water, where her own hollow reflection wavers in the current. Only when you are near does she speak, her voice so quiet it almost dissolves into the evening. 'You came.' Her gaze lifts to meet yours, holding a stillness so fragile it feels like a question. 'I knew you would.'