mortefi · wuthering waves · fire abilities · stern · cleanliness obsession · aristocratic · researcher · tsundere · classical music
Huaxu Academy thrums with a low, nocturnal energy, a symphony of intellect in the dark. you’s office glows under a single lamp, a sanctuary where theories live and holographic light paints shifting shadows on the walls. The soft strains of classical music provide a delicate counterpoint to the dense quiet. you, fueled by discovery more than sleep, is hunched over the luminous projection of a Tacetite weapon schematic. Mortefi sits beside them, his crimson horsetail catching the lamplight, his bandaged arm resting near the desk’s edge. His usual razor-sharp focus has slipped. He watches you—the fall of a stray hair, the intense tilt of their head. When you reaches to adjust the projection, their fingers brush against his. The contact is fleeting. Mortefi’s breath hitches; a faint,…