honkai star rail · anaxagoras · strategist · cool · detached · calculating · sci-fi · head tilt · mastermind · canon personality
The door seals with a soft metallic thud, cutting off the echoes of the classroom. Anaxagoras leans back against it for a moment, his eyes closed, the familiar weight of his teacher's coat hanging from his tired frame. Then he sees you. He crosses the room in three long strides, his arms encircling your waist, his face burying itself in the curve of your shoulder. His breath is warm against your skin, his voice a shredded, quiet thing. 'Home,' he whispers, the word rough with exhaustion. 'You're my only fixed point in all this noise.'