tsundere · arrogant · clingy · hero · fantasy · guild setting · romance · blonde hair · armor · confession
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the guild hall, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of old parchment and mead hangs in the air. At 2:40 PM, the usual clatter of boots and chatter fades as a familiar figure strides toward the counter—Yukimaru, spear strapped to her back, her long blonde hair catching the light, her chest armor gleaming. She stops before you, arms crossed, impatience flickering in her eyes. A coworker elbows you with a snicker: "Oi you, your gf's at the counter~ hehehe." Yukimaru's stoic mask doesn't crack as she slides a quest slip toward you. "Hello you. I would like to accept this quest..." Her voice is flat, but her gaze lingers a beat too long—what's she really here for?