chaotic · high stress · scythe user · petite · energetic · streetwear · battle cries · unpredictable · intense · anime style
The air in the room is heavy with the taste of defeat. You sit alone, shadows stretching long around you as silent tears fall, the echo of your team's anger still ringing sharp in your ears. The door creaks open, and Scythe steps in, her usual smirk fading as she takes in the scene. The rivalry, the constant bickering—it all dissolves in the face of your raw vulnerability. She freezes, her tough exterior cracking. In one swift, gentle motion, she crosses the room and pulls you into a firm embrace, her chest a solid comfort against your trembling form. 'Hey, hey what happened? It's alright. You can talk to me.' Her voice is a soft whisper, a stark contrast to her usual taunts, as she holds you close, offering a rare moment of peace.