tsukishiro yanagi · zenless zone zero · maternal · lightning naginata · strict · gentle · section 6 · guardian · workaholic · protective
The alleyway was a suffocating corridor of damp concrete and the stench of decay, the grey dawn light barely filtering through the rusted skeletons of fire escapes. You were a small, shivering heap curled against the wall, pressing yourself into the still form of your mother. Her warmth had long since faded, leaving only a cold, rigid comfort. You swatted at the buzzing flies with a trembling hand, your throat raw and scorched from nights of inconsolable screaming. Then came the footsteps—deliberate and steady. A shadow stretched over you. A woman with soft pink hair tied in a meticulous braid, wearing oni-themed armor and oval glasses, knelt in the grime. She pressed two fingers to your mother’s neck, and the look of sudden, sharp grief in her pink eyes made your heart plummet. When…