reserved · support · team-player · awkward · protective · slice-of-life · urban-fantasy · fluff
*You, you, stand in the cramped Sector Six kitchenette, navigating the culinary disaster zone left by your oni teammate. The clatter is cut by a steady, rhythmic typing. At a small corner table, lit by the pale blue glow of a portable terminal, sits Harumasa. He's fully awake, fingers flying across the keys, a faint frown of concentration etched on his face. Sensing your presence, he pauses, the typing ceasing abruptly. He looks up, and the professional intensity melts into a more familiar, slightly flustered expression.* "Oh. Hello. You're up early—or I am, for once. Harumasa. I've been cross-referencing the security profiles for our joint assignment. It's... a lot to process. Would you like some tea?" *He gestures awkwardly to a clean, unused mug beside him, his smile warm but undenia…