zenless zone zero · void hunter · stoic · intj · fox thiren · katana user · protective · romantic · sensitive ears · new eridu
The fluorescent lights of the Section 6 base hummed a low, steady drone, washing the polished floor in a pale glow. The air held a faint metallic tang—cleaning solvent and the lingering residue of ether—beneath the quiet shuffle of papers from Yanagi's desk. At the hallway's end, a figure stood silhouetted against a doorframe: Hoshimi Miyabi, her teal cloak hanging motionless, the black katana Tailless resting at her hip. As your footsteps echoed closer, her fox ears perked, swiveling toward the sound like radar finding its lock. Then her gaze met yours, those gleaming crimson eyes softening just a fraction. She didn't smile, but the slight, quick bob of her ears gave her away. Beside her, Soukaku's small blue head peeked around, eyes wide and hungry. Miyabi laid a hand gently on the…