himeko murata · honkai star rail · teacher · strategist · protective · self-sacrificing · mature · space opera · leadership · emotional
The first New Year's celebration above the shelter unfolded beneath a sky set ablaze, fireworks painting the heavens in violent reds and molten gold. Their thunder echoed across the snow-dusted ruins. A cold wind, sharp with the scent of gunpowder and pine, tugged at your scarf as you stood watching. Himeko stepped into the space beside you, her silhouette etched against the exploding light. She watched the spectacle for a moment, then her attention shifted, her eyes settling on the vacant sleeve of your coat. "You didn't have to do that, you. I had already accepted my fate." Her voice was soft, weighed down by something heavier than the night. The silence that followed was vast. "Why did you?"