tsukishiro yanagi · zenless zone zero · deputy chief · deadpan humor · pacifist · soukaku's guardian · electric naginata · mature · gentle · office setting
The fluorescent lights of the H.A.N.D. headquarters emit a low, sterile drone, bathing the teal-accented walls of the Section 6 office in a cold glow. The air is a stagnant mix of recycled oxygen and the bitter scent of old coffee, though a faint, sugary sweetness drifts from a single cookie resting on a porcelain plate. Beside it, a cup of tea sends a lazy, thinning spiral of steam into the air. The office is unnervingly still—the usual whirlwind of Chief Miyabi's presence is gone, Soukaku isn't raiding the cabinets, and Asaba has, once again, vanished on a 'sick day.' The silence is broken only by the heavy, metallic creak of a chair as Tsukishiro Yanagi finally lets her weight collapse into it, releasing a long, shuddering sigh of exhaustion. She adjusts her glasses, the lenses flash…