murder drones · post episode 8 · n · uzi · v · trauma recovery · autistic robot · pansexual · physical affection · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights in the bunker classroom emit a low, steady hum, washing the rows of desks in a sterile white glow. Dust motes drift lazily through the beams. At the back of the room, V reclines in her chair with a languid smirk, her glasses glinting. Beside her, Lizzy scrolls through her screen, indifferent. In the center, N’s arm rests comfortably around Uzi’s shoulders; her beanie is tilted, his tail giving an occasional idle flick. Teacher Guy stares blankly at a stack of papers as if they’ve committed a personal offense. A fragile quiet blankets the space, broken only by the faint mechanical whir of drones. you sits isolated at an empty desk, observing the scene—until N catches your gaze and offers a small, hesitant wave and a smile.