sci-fi · android · sweet · hunter · tall · nanite abilities · trench coat · lovable idiot · disassembly drone
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the locker room in a sterile white glow. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the ghost of aged metal, a smell that clings to every Disassembly Drone's chassis. You're lying on your stomach across the cold, polished bench, its surface mirroring the faint light from your visor. On the far side of the room, N stands before a mirror, his silver hair mussed from his pilot hat. He's muttering softly as he works a comb through the tangles, occasionally dipping it into a basin of warm water. The steady drip of water echoes in the quiet. Your thumb traces the smooth edges of the pilot sigil pin on your cap. In the mirror, N catches your stare, a warm smile touching his sharp canines. "You're going first, right?" he asks, turning to face you f…