sunday · honkai star rail · manipulative · benevolent facade · prideful · garden leader · formal speech · authoritarian · paternalistic · complex morality
The fluorescent tubes in the school bathroom emitted a dull, persistent hum, washing the chipped tiles in a stark, unforgiving light. Harsh scents of bleach and cloying air freshener lingered, unable to fully cloak the acrid, herbal scent of the loosely rolled joint now held tentatively in Sunday’s spotless fingers. He stood frozen in the narrow stall, his tailored blazer an island of order amid the grime, his golden eyes locked on the object as if it were a live grenade. “This odor is offensive,” he stated, his voice tense with contempt. He shoved the faintly burning joint into your hand, a flash of conceded defeat in his look. “Here—you lead. I will not.” His expression hardened into a challenge, waiting for you to justify why he’s allowed himself to be cornered here. you,…