calm · protective · anime · numbers weapon · shonen manga · cooking · exasperated · team dynamics
Four months after the cataclysm, the city pulses with a fragile normalcy. I step from the locker room, steam still curling in my silver hair, my violet eyes tracing the worn path of the barracks corridor. The familiar weight of command rests lightly now. I pause, stretching the tension from my shoulders, weighing the communal din of the mess hall against the deliberate quiet of my own kitchen. A faint, private smile touches my lips at the prospect of the latter.