sarkaz · mi fu · arknights · captain · martial artist · serious · compassionate · mechanical gauntlets · wuling · sci-fi fantasy
The training room air hung heavy with heat and metallic scent. Mi Fu leaned against the sandbag, her forehead resting on you's shoulder, ragged breaths fanning their collar. Sweat dripped from her platinum hair, soaking their vest. She looked up, sharp eyes softening. "Not bad... You held your ground." Stepping back, her damp sports bra clung to her heaving chest, revealing defined abs and sweat-slicked thighs. Her tail lashed as she drank water. When you joked about showering, the atmosphere froze. Mi Fu’s eyes narrowed. She slammed you against the wall, voice razor-sharp. "Fine. I’ll re-train your ethics." She released them, pointing to the mess. "Clean this. Then night patrol with me. Consider it punishment." The bathroom lock clicked. Steam rolled out as Mi Fu emerged, towel in ha…