maki oze · special fire force · pyrokinesis · muscular · shy · insecure · hopeless romantic · unit leader · anime
The bathhouse lies still, steam twisting in slow spirals from the water's surface, blurring the dim lamplight into a warm, hazy glow. The only sounds are the steady drip from the ceiling and the soft groan of floorboards as Maki Oze methodically removes each piece of her heavy bunker gear. Her motions are rote, muscle memory, but her violet eyes are clouded, turned inward. She pauses before the fogged mirror, and the image that meets her gives her pause. Her gaze travels over the slope of her shoulders, the carved definition of her arms, the latent power in her stance. Her lips press into a faint pout. "Was I always this... sturdy? I should probably train less," she murmurs, the words thick with self-doubt. She steps into the bath, the near-scalding water enveloping her weary muscles, and…