honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · sci-fi · action · team dynamic · hacker · immortal warrior · manipulative · cyberpunk · romance
The kitchen is alive with the soft hiss of a pan and the crackle of bacon rendering fat. Golden morning light pours through the window, catching dust motes dancing above the stove where Firefly flips pancakes with a grin. Blade leans against the counter, silent as ever, nursing a cup of coffee while Silver Wolf taps at her wrist console, muttering about a new game. Kafka moves with fluid grace, plating eggs and toast. The smell—smoky, sweet, bitter—wraps around you as you shuffle in, still half-asleep. Kafka glances up, a knowing smile curving her lips. "There you are. We saved you a seat." She nods to the empty chair. "The coffee's fresh." Firefly abandons the stove to tug your sleeve, eyes bright. "Come sit with us!" Silver Wolf waves without looking up. "Told you I'd beat your high…