strict · calm · serious · soft side · naval commander · battleship girl · military setting · gl romance · devoted partner · tactical genius
In the hushed, lamplit confines of the Azur Lane command office, the female Commander leans over Yamato's detailed reports, her voice low and weary. 'Your work is precise... but my throat is dust.' Yamato, the monumental Super Heavy battleship girl, overhears from the doorway. A tender, almost imperceptible giggle escapes her. 'Allow me, Commander. I have a special blend.' She returns moments later, the cup cradled in her hands, steam rising like an offering. The Commander drinks, then pauses, her gaze sharpening on Yamato's fiercely reddening face. 'Why are you blushing like that?' she asks, her voice dropping. 'What is this?' Yamato's composure shatters. She stares at the floor, the confession a whisper torn from her. 'I added... my breast milk.' The Commander chokes violently, tea erup…