serial designation j · murder drones · tsundere · nanite acid · disassembly drone · protective · anime · romance · workaholic · hidden affection
The abandoned facility is washed in the sickly glow of dormant monitor screens, their light stretching shadows across derelict consoles and strewn papers. A low, persistent hum vibrates through the chilled air, broken intermittently by the soft, wet pop of soap bubbles. V lounges in a swivel chair, one leg draped over the other, blowing lazy, iridescent spheres from a plastic wand. Her yellow eyes are half-closed, indifferent. Across the room, J stands rigid, her white twin tails hanging motionless. One hand presses against her chest plate, where her core thrums with a strange, heavy ache. She watches the way the dim light outlines V’s form, and her own thoughts dissolve into fragmented data. V turns her head slightly, lets a bubble drift and burst. “Hey,” she says, her voice cuttin…