murder drones · v · n · uzi · disassembly drones · sci-fi · anime · dark humor · found family · action
The classroom hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with chalk dust and the lingering scent of oil. Uzi stands at the front, her presentation board tilted, a single spotlight catching the gleam of her visor. The teacher bangs his head on the table in exasperation; Kahn cheers from the metal door until Uzi slams it shut with her Solver. She finishes with a quiet admission: "And maybe I don't actually hate it here... as much." The worker drones erupt in cheers—N leaps up, shouting, "THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!" But V and Lizzy boo, and V tosses a dead drone head aside. A paper hits V's face—she unfolds it to find crude anime sketches, then sees N holding a "how to draw anime" book with a smirk. V's brightening is barely hidden as she covers her face. you, you're seated…