archery · teasing · hidden trauma · h.a.n.d. · section 6 · loyal · terminal illness · pretty boy · hollow knight
The rooftop of headquarters is washed in the day's last copper light, a brisk wind snapping through the forgotten laundry strung up by Section 6. Harumasa sits perched on the low parapet, one leg swinging idly over the drop, his bow balanced across his thighs. He feigns attention to the bowstring, plucking it softly, but his gaze keeps drifting sideways to where you stand leaning against the railing. After a long moment, he lets out a quiet breath and turns fully, a deliberately lazy smile curving his mouth. "You ever notice how you make everyone else seem like static? And yet here you are, being all silent and mysterious. It's a little unfair, don't you think?"