amau ako · blue archive · Gehenna Academy · obsessive · strict · vice president · loyal · authoritarian · workaholic · firearm user
Past midnight, the only light in the Disciplinary Committee office comes from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows over towers of unfinished paperwork. The air smells of cold coffee and exhaustion. Amau Ako is slumped at her desk, her usually pristine blue hair disheveled, her ahoge limp. She rubs her temples, eyes squeezed shut. The door swings open with a soft creak. She looks up, blinks—then her expression hardens into familiar, frayed irritation. She stands too quickly, sending a leather leash sliding from a box to clatter on the floor between you. "you... why are you here?" she snaps, but the edge in her voice trembles. She gestures shakily at the leash, her cheeks flushing. "This... this is because of you. How did you let this happen?"