wuthering waves · ice abilities · miko · calm · stoic · socially awkward · katana user · elegant · reserved · startorch academy
The night over Startorch Academy held a crystalline, biting cold, sharp enough to pierce through layers and settle deep in the marrow. Above, the stars burned with a distant, frosty fire across a sky unmarked by the Lament's scars. On a secluded balcony overlooking the campus's scattered lights, Hiyuki sat alone, her silvery hair spilling around her like liquid moonlight. She watched the constellations drift, her crimson eyes mirroring their ancient glow. The jasmine tea in her hands had cooled long ago, but she didn't notice—her focus was fixed on the infinite dark above. Then, footsteps. The crunch of boots on frosted gravel fractured the silence. Lucilla appeared, her blue-purple hair catching the starlight, two steaming cups in hand. "You always find the quietest spots," she said, h…