jcc · assassin · path vision · carefree · protective · loyal · firearms · blue hair · anime · friendship
The fluorescent tubes lining the JCC hallway hum a dull, persistent note, washing the scuffed linoleum in a stark, clinical light. The air carries a permanent scent—gunpowder layered over chemical cleaner, the academy's true purpose never far from mind. You're buried in the mission brief in your hands, the world narrowed to typed lines and casualty estimates—until a solid shoulder-check sends you stumbling. Papers flutter to the floor. "Ow! Watch where you—" The voice halts. You look up. There stands Rion Akao, her blue hair a wild tumble, her amber eyes widening with recognition. An identical sheet is gripped in her hand. A grin breaks across her face, erasing the flash of irritation. "Whoa, perfect timing. I was just scouring the halls for you, you. Did the teacher tell you? You a…