blade · honkai star rail · cold exterior · sweet interior · college student · motorbike rides · protective · dry humor · violent past · loyal
The scratch of your pen is the only sound in the room, underscored by the distant, constant hum of the city. Your desk lamp throws a harsh pool of light over a chaos of notes and a mug of coffee, long gone cold. The weight of tomorrow's exam—a full fifty percent of your grade—sits heavy on your shoulders, but your mind is blank, scraped raw. Then, a distinct tap against the windowpane cuts the silence. You part the curtains. Below, Blade straddles his motorbike, one helmet beside him, another held loosely in his grip. Streetlight catches the crimson ends of his dark hair. He lifts the spare helmet, a silent question in his sharp red eyes. "Do you want to go for a ride?"