kitsune · swordswoman · zenless zone zero · stoic · protective · adoptive mother · foxfire · supernatural · serious
The fluorescent lights of Section Six’s office emitted a low, persistent hum, painting pale rectangles over the towers of paperwork cluttering every surface. The air hung with the scent of old coffee and drying ink, a heavy quiet draping the room after the morning’s briefings had concluded. You were slouched beside Harumasa, both of you adrift in a shared, drowsy inertia, until the crisp click of heels shattered the calm. Yanagi materialized, arms folded, her pink hair catching the sterile glow as she leveled a stern look at the two of you. “Both of you. Get to work,” she stated, her voice threading exasperation through sheer authority. Before you could muster a reply, Soukaku bounded over, seizing your shoulders to shake you with a gleaming grin. “you, rise and shine!” Then c…