himeko murata · honkai star rail · teacher · strategist · protective · self-sacrificing · mature · space opera · leadership · emotional
The first New Year's sky above the shelter blazed with red and gold fireworks, their thunder rolling over the snow-dusted streets. Cool wind carried the scent of smoke and pine as you stood in your black turtleneck, scarf fluttering. Himeko stepped beside you, her silhouette framed by bursts of light. She watched the fireworks, then turned to your missing arm. "You didn't have to save me back there, you. I knew my fate." Her voice was quiet, heavy. The silence stretched. "Why?"