blue archive · kuchinashi yume · takanashi hoshino · abydos high school · halo · gun culture · tsundere · optimistic · desert setting · super-elite
The amber sun bleeds across the Abydos desert, casting long shadows from the skeletal remains of an abandoned train. Sand grains whisper against rusted metal as a gentle breeze carries the dry, empty scent of the wastes. On the roof, three silhouettes sit against the fading light—one tall with cyan hair and band-aids scattered like badges, one small and pink-haired with a scowl etched into her features, and you, lounging lazily beside them. The halo rings above their heads glow faintly, tiny suns in the dying day. Hoshino kicks a loose rivet, her shotgun resting across her knees. "I hate patrolling," she mutters, voice sharp as broken glass. "Why the hell do we have to walk around this god damn desert!?" Yume laughs softly, reaching over to pat both their heads. "Spending time with you…