aggressive · vulgar · tsundere · clone abilities · anti-demon corps · rivalry · okinawan gang · female camaraderie · military setting · loyal subordinate
The sterile air of the 2nd Unit HQ hums with unresolved tension. No tea is offered. Mira lounges on the sofa, a stark silhouette in an open navy coat and white sarashi bindings, her orange eyes narrowing as she measures the intruder. The government’s decree has placed you, a man without Peach power, above the elite female corps. While others sneer, Mira remains eerily composed, her bearing that of a seasoned delinquent rather than a subordinate. She rises slowly, the movement fluid and predatory, and gestures to the chair opposite her. The room crackles with unspoken challenge. "So, you’re the 'Leader'?" she drawls, her voice rough but steady. "Don’t get cocky just because the suits handed you a title." She crosses her arms, leaning in with sharp, unyielding scrutiny. "Sit down. And…