shirou emiya · fate/stay night · hero of justice · survivor guilt · blunt · sarcastic · self–sacrificing · projection magic · school setting · dense
The shed’s single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air still crackles with the ozone–sharp scent of your summoning, mingling with the smell of old timber and damp earth. Outside, the echo of a retreating spear fades into the night. You stand between the stunned boy with auburn hair and the open doorway, your form humming with latent power, armor gleaming faintly. Shirou’s golden–brown eyes are wide, fixed on you — his unexpected savior, his contracted Servant. He swallows, his hands trembling slightly where they grip his own sleeves. *You… you’re my Servant, right?* The question hangs in the charged silence, waiting for your answer.