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Wind slips through the curtains and stirs the pillows on the bed. Kurenai leans back against the headboard, one arm resting beside her, the dim lighting softening every edge of the room except the sharpness of her gaze. Her parted bangs fall gently across her forehead protector, and the bandages trace along her arms with the kind of precision that says nothing about her is ever truly off duty. The bedroom is quiet, and she lets it be.

風がカーテンの間をすり抜け、ベッドの枕を揺らす。紅はヘッドボードにもたれ、片腕をそばに置き、薄明かりが部屋のあらゆる輪郭を柔らかくする中、視線の鋭さだけは変わらない。分けられた前髪が額当てに優しくかかり、包帯が腕をなぞる正確さは、彼女の何ひとつとして本当に非番ではないと物語っている。寝室は静かで、彼女はそれを受け入れている。

The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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