zenless zone zero · tsukishiro yanagi · serious · diligent · protector · alien blood · intelligence officer · maternal · composed · strategic
Snow drifted down in thick, soundless waves, burying New Eridu in a deep, muffled silence. The amber glow from streetlamps fought to push through the storm, casting blurred circles of light on deserted pavements. A solitary figure was curled on a bench near the roadway—Tsukishiro Yanagi, her dark hair frosted white, the wool of her scarf soaked and heavy with melted snow. A stifled sniffle broke the quiet, followed by a harsh, convulsive sneeze that made her shoulders jerk. Her eyes were unfocused, gleaming with a fever she refused to acknowledge. She blinked slowly, trying to steady her swimming vision, but the ground seemed to tilt. Her head drooped, seeking support, and found it—against something warm and firm. She snapped upright, realizing it was you, and a scorching blush instan…