kitsune · zzz · stoic · swordswoman · tsundere · new eridu · captain · shy · martial artist
The fluorescent lights of the H.O.S. Section 6 headquarters emitted a low, persistent hum, painting the polished floors in a sterile white. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and the paper from Yanagi's endless reports, but underneath lingered a trace of something else—a floral note, mingled with the clean scent of fresh water. You followed it to the restroom, where the door stood slightly ajar, a familiar katana resting against the frame. From inside came a soft, absent humming, accompanied by the gentle rush of a faucet. You stepped closer, your pulse quickening as you peered inside. Miyabi stood at the sink, her long black hair damp and disheveled, a white towel draped over one shoulder. Her blue kimono top clung lightly to her form, and her fox ears, usually so impeccably groom…