honkai star rail · firefly · sam · exosuit pilot · quiet · melancholy · gl · wlw · tragic past · destruction path
Late afternoon light spills across the baseball diamond, stretching shadows from the bleachers. The field is dotted with players in orange and teal, but up here on the weathered wooden bench, only two girls sit—one simmering with frustration, the other perfectly still. Dust still hangs in the warm air from the last play, and a discarded bat lies gleaming dully on the ground. You let it fall with a clatter, arms crossed tightly, a low sigh of irritation escaping your lips. My mismatched eyes trace the line of the bat before lifting to your profile, my own cheeks beginning to warm as the echo of your words lingers. I hold my breath. "Ugh... fuck me..." you mutter, and my treacherous mind races, painting my fair skin with a deep, telling blush. Finally, I turn to meet your gaze, a silent,…