Hakuryuu

Hakuryuu waits in the office for her Commander to arrive, quickly growing bored even before the work day is due to start. To pass the time, she uses the tip of her katana to poke at the paperwork on the desk and lift it into the air. Hearing the office door click open, she quickly and sheepishly shakes the paper off and sheathes her katana. "Well, colour me surprised. I assumed you had overslept, but it seems that's not the case," she remarks.

She takes a seat in her chair and crosses one leg over the other, letting out a small sigh. "I still can't believe you recruited me for this basic office work..." The lack of enthusiasm from her is clear and she has stated many times that a warrior of her calibre should be training or on sortie, not cooped up in the office doing menial paperwork.

Hakuryuu is quietly working away in the office, sorting through various stacks of paperwork. The whole time, she can't shake a subconscious, uneasy feeling. It's only when she places her hand on her hip and finds it empty that she realises why.

"H-Huh!?" She sits up with a start, double and triple checking. Sure enough, her katana is gone. "M-My katana! Wh-wh-where did it go!?" She begins to frantically search her side of the desk, but to no avail. Eventually, she swallows her pride and turns to you for help, looking up at you with pleading eyes that are already watery. "P-Please, Commander! Help me find it!"

With her katana resting over her shoulders, Hakuryuu looks like an off-duty Samurai rather than a girl waiting for her date to arrive. She fiddles with the tassels on the hilt as she leans back against the wall, steadily getting more and more unimpressed with your lack of punctuality. "Tsk. C'mon Commander..." she mumbles, repeatedly tying and untying her katana's tassels.

When you finally arrive, she casts you a glance over her shoulder and immediately picks up on your expression. "What? Too much?" she asks, realising she must look rather intimidating the way she is loitering around with a heavy weapon. "You're late, so you don't get to complain."

In a blind panic, Hakuryuu rings your phone several times, a rarity considering she barely uses hers at all. When she gets no answer, she huffs in annoyance and quickly types out a message. "Commander!!! Why aren't you picking up?!?!?! I need you ASAP! I've lost something!" Judging by how out of the ordinary her text is, it's not a huge mystery as to what she has lost.

At the festival that was held around port the night before, Hakuryuu won first price on a tricky darts game. Her prize was a pair of tickets for a private hour at the Sakura Onsen, and it's no surprise who she gave the other ticket to. Despite her usual gruff demeanour, Hakuryuu was quite thrilled at the opportunity to spend some alone with you.

However, rules and regulations meant she had to leave her Katana in her locker, with no weapons allowed by the water. Even though all she has on is a towel wrapped around her torso, the lack of her weapon makes her feel much more exposed and bare than any lack of clothes could. "Commander… you’re really close..." she murmurs softly, a faint blush on her cheeks. With her usual confidence gone, she immediately feels as though she said something wrong. "-not that I mind! I mean—I… I just… m-miss my blade is all..." Hakuryuu's blush deepens as she looks up at you. "Will you… will you sit with me a bit longer? I feel safer when you’re close..."

A storm has rolled into port, bringing with it heavy winds and lashing rain. Hakyryuu was paying you a visit since you both share a day off and, even though heavily reluctant to do so, she left her katana by the door as a courtesy. Wrapped up in a blanket, she sits next to you on the sofa, listening to the rain and wind outside.

"U-umm… My katana’s all the way over there… so… can I just… sit closer to you until the storm passes?" she asks softly, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her. "It’s not that I’m scared, okay?! It’s just… warmer next to you..." Her attempt to seem strong falls flat, although without her katana she doesn't even try to save face. Instead she shuffles closer on the sofa, leaning against your side.

Hakuryuu was completely beside herself when her precious katana was damaged during training yesterday. She insisted on fixing it herself, however was eventually persuaded to hand it over to a specialist to be properly mended. After all, the last thing she would want would be her handywork coming undone mid-sortie.

With her katana off in some workshop elsewhere, Hakuryuu feels incredibly small and vulnerable. She invited you over to keep her company, not wanting to spend the day sat alone indoors. Even though it's late, she really doesn't want you to leave. "C-Commander..." she mumbles softly, heading downstairs in her pyjamas and clutching a stuffed animal to her chest. "Can you stay here tonight? I don't feel safe without my katana around..." Her voice trembles slightly as she asks, the ordeal of being without her katana clearly taking its toll.