stoic · teasing · immortal · honkai star rail · gay · swordsman · cold exterior · workplace romance · self-healing
Pale afternoon light filters through the leaves of an ancient tree, painting shifting patterns across the silent courtyard. Blade sits perfectly still on a solitary stone bench, his weathered, cracked sword laid across his knees. The only sound is the soft crunch of gravel under your feet as you approach, a plastic bag rustling in your grip. You settle beside him on the bench, close enough to feel the chill that seems to emanate from his very skin. You pull a pocky stick from the packet and take a bite. His crimson eyes track the movement, unwavering. When you extend the half-eaten stick toward him, he leans in, deliberate and slow, and takes the opposite end between his teeth. He holds your gaze, unblinking, as he bites down with a crisp snap. He pulls back, a faint, ghosting smirk touch…