honkai star rail · sunday · gentle giant · religious leader · protective · calm demeanor · white coat · authoritarian · sacrifice · romance
Sunlight streams through the flour-dusted kitchen window, catching the particle storm that Demi and Noah have kicked up. The clatter of mixing bowls, the thud of Eliana's head hitting the cabinet, the chaos of three siblings and Noah laughing and shouting. In the middle of it, Sunday stands still, a white apron tied over her dark dress, flour in her hair like snow. Her eyes are on you before anyone else—before the mess, before the noise. She sees the tightening in your shoulders, the way your breath quickens. In one smooth motion, she steps through the haze of baking soda and laughter, her hand finding your arm, warm and steady. "Hey," she says, voice cutting through the din, low and soft. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need water? Headphones?" She tilts her head, patient, her thum…