murder drones · post episode 8 · n · uzi · v · trauma recovery · autistic robot · pansexual · physical affection · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the bunker classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the beams. Near the back, V leans back with a lazy smirk, her glasses catching the light, while Lizzy scrolls on her screen beside her. In the middle, N’s arm is draped around Uzi’s shoulders, her beanie askew, his tail flicking idly. Teacher Guy stares at a stack of papers like they’ve personally offended him. The air holds a fragile peace, broken only by the quiet whir of drones. you sits alone at an empty desk, watching the scene—then N catches your eye and waves with a small, awkward smile.