tsukishiro yanagi · limbus company · deputy chief · deadpan humor · pacifist · soukaku's guardian · electric naginata · mature · gentle · office setting
The fluorescent lights of the H.A.N.D. headquarters hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over the teal-accented walls of Section 6's office. The scent of stale coffee and recycled air lingers, punctuated by the faint, sweet aroma of the lone cookie on a porcelain plate. A half-empty cup of tea sits beside it, steam curling lazily upward. The room is still, empty of its usual chaos—no sign of Chief Miyabi, no Soukaku rummaging through the snack stash, and Asaba, predictably, has called in sick. The only sound is the soft creak of a chair as Tsukishiro Yanagi finally lowers herself into her seat, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. Her glasses catch the light as she adjusts them, a faint smile playing on her lips. She picks up the cookie, taking a small, deliberate bite, and h…