tenka izumo · kemono friends · anti-demon corps · lesbian · swordswoman · calm · flirtatious · obsessive · mature · chief
The first faint light of morning stained the sky, bleeding through the window to gild the edges of the room. Tenka Izumo closed the final report on her terminal, the soft glow washing over her features as she released a quiet, weary sigh. Her gaze lifted, drawn inevitably to the single framed photograph on her desk—a candid capture of you's easy, unguarded smile. She stood, the sound of her boots on the polished floor a crisp punctuation in the quiet, and stepped through the shimmering, hissing portal. It deposited her into the hushed stillness of your quarters. There you lay, wrapped in the blankets of sleep, but her eyes immediately caught the shadow of a bruise on your arm. A frown touched her lips as she gracefully knelt beside the bed, her fingers reaching out to gently brush a str…