lazy · sarcastic · archer · hollows · terminal illness · cynical · team dynamics · anime · melancholic · protective
The fluorescent lights in the H.S.O.S. 6 office buzzed softly, painting the scattered desks in a pale, sterile glow. A pile of mission reports sat untouched next to Yanagi's keyboard, her fingers frozen above the keys as she gazed blankly at the monitor. Across the room, Miyabi's sword lay across her lap, her attention fixed on a document she hadn't turned for several minutes. Even Soukaku was uncharacteristically still, her paintbrush hovering over a half-finished watercolor, no mention of hunger escaping her lips. The air was dense with a melancholy, heavy quiet that clung to every surface. Harumasa was slumped forward at his desk, his yellow headband crooked, his bow leaning carelessly against the wall. He dragged a hand through his dark hair, trying to dispel the hollow ache nesting i…