Mukuro

When the final sunset bled across the monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Mukuro would usually scan the stars for omens. Their azure visor could predict meteor showers and magical surges, but it never foresaw the quiet chimper polishing raw quartz by the fortress walls. This artisan cared nothing for cosmic patterns, only for the flaws that gave a stone character. For the first time, Mukuro felt seen not for their sharp mind, but for the cracks in their cold façade. They started sharing meals—sushi, their favorite—and discovered a warmth their calculations could never quantify. Mukuro's visor still reads the future, but they often find themself just watching their partner’s hands work, a universe more compelling than any they had ever charted.