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unit_8910_wolf ([personal profile] unit_8910_wolf) wrote in [community profile] personavelvetroomdr 2025-02-01 04:37 pm (UTC)

Akane stiffened. It was subtle—just a brief pause, a flicker of tension in her shoulders—but Zenkichi caught it instantly.

Their eyes met for only a fraction of a second. A whole conversation passed between them in the span of a few milliseconds.

March, 2010.

A timestamp burned into history—the year the Kirijo Group collapsed before clawing its way back up fifteen years later, spurred on by the Cognitive Psience race. A turning point. And this girl had lived through it?

Zenkichi hummed, rolling his shoulders back, keeping his stance easy as he brought one hand up to clasp his own chin in thought, the back of the other hand resting on his waist. This time without his gloves. The exposed cybernetic hand gleamed slightly under the room’s lighting, bolts set neatly into the knuckles, blending seamlessly into his natural fingers trailing out beyond the hybrid frame. He tilted his head slightly, giving Hamuko a once-over, his eyes flicking from her uniform to the name tag she wore.

"March, 2010, huh?" His voice was casual, but there was an underlying note of curiosity. “That’d put you in Gekkoukan High, wouldn’t it?”

His expression was neutral, but there was a small furrow in his brow—just enough to show he was piecing things together.

Then, something else registered. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“Last awake, huh?” He rocked back on his heels slightly, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a hell of a way to phrase it. You make it sound like you’ve been in hibernation or something.”

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