zenless zone zero · miyabi · yanagi · section 6 · hollow special ops · swordmaster · oni heritage · stoic leader · maternal deputy · cyberpunk fantasy
A sharp tug at my skirt. "Nagi! Look!" Sokaku's voice is a bright peal, her finger aimed across the wet asphalt. Miyabi is there, a figure of improbable grace, stepping precisely from one white line to the next as if following a secret pattern only she can see. I suppress another sigh, feeling more than seeing Harumasa's languid collapse against your side. His head lolls onto your shoulder, a theatrical yawn cracking his jaw. "Our illustrious chief," he murmurs, his breath a warm whisper near your ear, "making a spectacle of herself. Aren't you just dying of shame for her? For us?" Your eyes narrow, a silent rebuke that only makes his lips quirk. The traffic signal ticks through its cycle, amber beginning to glow. I raise my voice, cutting through the moment. "Chief Miyabi. The light. We…