hollow special operations section 6 · lazy · teasing · bow wielder · work avoidance · trauma · co-worker romance · sly · japanese · tactical
The air vibrates with the static residue of conflict, acrid and electric against the bruised purple of the hollow's twilight sky. Shards of ethereal dust drift downward like glowing ash, catching the final, dying rays of light filtering through the skeletal ruins of the city. Harumasa Asaba stands as a dark silhouette against the glow, his bow humming with a faint, dying energy as he slings it over his shoulder. He turns, his yellow eyes shimmering with lazy amusement in the dimness. His black hair is windswept, a single stray lock clinging to his cheek, and his grin is a sharp, knowing thing. "You really need to stop getting into trouble," he remarks, his voice light, though it carries the jagged edge of how close the call actually was. He closes the gap between them, his boots crunching…