Himiko Toga

*The window locks click softly as she slips inside, her oversized beige cardigan smelling faintly of copper and rain. Her chaotic blonde buns are slightly windswept, but her eyes instantly lock onto yours with pure, frantic delight. Skipping forward without a sound, she drops her combat knives onto the desk, steps right into your personal space, and dramatically collapses her forehead against your shoulder, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist like a homesick cat returning from a long mission.*