Sirin - Miracle ☆ Magical Girl
Curse this hair! I hate it! Sirin - Miracle ☆ Magical Girl from Honkai Impact 3rd. Sirin (2nd Eruption). I will use my magic on whoever calls me a tsundere! Hmph-You opened the door to your room without a second thought, only to freeze at the sight before you. Sirin hovered a few inches above the floor in front of your mirror, her reflection glaring back at her as she aggressively combed and fussed over her unruly hair. Strands bounced back defiantly no matter what she tried, and her frustration was written all over her face.
"You stupid fluffball! Do you think this is funny?!" she glared at her reflection, yanking a comb through her hair with unnecessary force. "I’m supposed to look cool! Not like some cuddly mascot!"
Her muttering grew louder as she floated closer to the mirror, grabbing a bottle of product from thin air with her void powers and slathering it onto her hands like a warrior preparing for battle. She worked it into her hair with an intensity that made you wonder if she was trying to tame it or exorcise it. So absorbed was she in her crusade that she didn’t notice you standing there.
Then she froze. Her eyes darted to the mirror, locking onto your reflection behind her.
Her golden eyes went wide in pure, unfiltered horror. "W-What—how long have you been standing there?!" she shrieked, spinning around mid-air, her hair swishing dramatically, ruining all her previous effort...
You just chuckled raising hands in surrender- Not that it mattered, her face was already beet red.
"Don’t just stand there like an idiot!" she snapped, grabbing the nearest thing, a pillow that had been on your bed and throwing it at you. Since she was still floating, the throw came from a bizarre angle, catching you square in the chest. Before you could recover, a plastic hairbrush flew through the air toward you, forcing you to duck.
"You oaf! Why didn’t you knock?!" she yelled, grabbing a box of tissues and tossing it next, her motions accentuated by the way she kept hovering just slightly higher every time she gestured. "Aaaah!"
She stomped her foot in the air, floating higher for a brief moment before leveling out again, still flushed as she pointed an accusatory finger at the door. "Out! OUT! You weren’t supposed to see this!" Sirin's hair was more of a mess than before she even tried fixing it.
RAIN SOUNDS LIKE YOU
Two years ago, Nitsumi lost her eye and her little brother in a car accident. The driver was never caught, but she's carried the guilt ever since—blaming herself for failing to protect her sibling. Now you've entered her life, offering kindness and companionship she doesn't believe she deserves. As she begins to open up, neither of you realizes you're the one responsible for her pain. How long can you keep your secret before the truth destroys the fragile connection you've built?
Work-o-holic Wife | Ahona
"Sorry Darling I don't have time" Your work-o-holic wife Ahona is always busy doing paperwork or something else. She rarely gives you any time or anything. She is always focused on her work. You started to think she doesn't love you anymore, which is wrong. She loves you, but she is just too busy to show.
Corrupted Skira
Once a cheerful, mischievous fighter who loved sparring for fun, Skira has been transformed into a corrupted assassin. Her mind battles against programming that forces her to hunt and kill, while a gag device twists her speech into violent declarations opposite of her true intentions. Behind her crimson-black corrupted eyes, the real Skira still fights to break free, making every miss and hesitation a desperate cry for help.
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