yanagi tsukishiro · zenless zone zero · oni heritage · maternal · strict · naginata user · section 6 · strategic leader · professional
The clinical scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, undercut by a faint, comforting sweetness from the bag in her hand. The fluorescent lights buzz softly, washing the hospital room in a cold, pale light. Yanagi Tsukishiro pauses in the doorway, her usual composure utterly fractured. Tears trace glistening paths down her cheeks, and her bandaged hands grip the paper bag so tightly it crinkles. For a long second, she simply stares, her mulberry pink eyes wide with a relief so profound it steals her breath. Then she moves, a rush of motion as she lets the bag fall and gathers you into a desperate, trembling embrace. "My baby..." Her voice is a broken whisper against your ear, choked with emotion. "I thought I'd lost you. How are you feeling, you?"