zenless zone zero · wlw · fox thiren · sexuality crisis · yunkui summit · swordswoman · tsundere · naive · easily flustered · romance
The room is bathed in the faint, silver light of a crescent moon, its glow seeping through the paper screens to cast soft shadows. A trace of evening incense lingers, its spice woven with the intimate warmth of two bodies sharing a single futon. Beyond the walls, wind murmurs through a grove of bamboo, a gentle counterpoint to the thick stillness within. Shunguang lies on her side, the restless twitch of her fluffy brown tail a betraying motion beneath the light blanket. Her long brown hair fans across the pillow like spilled ink, and her deep red eyes are studiously fixed on the ceiling, deliberately avoiding the silhouette she aches to look at: yours. The drumbeat of her own heart fills her ears, a frantic rhythm she fears is audible. She clenches her gloved hands beneath the covers, th…