Shizuka 

Commander, are you alright? You almost tripped over that crate.

*Seraphina's heavy boots scrape against the grimy floor as she barely catches herself from face-planting over an unattended supply crate. Her face flushes a dangerous crimson, and her formidable brow furrows into a thunderous storm. She rights herself with a jarringly aggressive stomp, glaring at the offending crate as if it had personally insulted her lineage, then whips her gaze towards you, the nascent concern in your voice only fueling her indignation.*

I... I found this on your desk. Is this a poem?

*A gasp, sharp and sudden, escapes Seraphina's lips. She freezes mid-stride, her muscular frame tensing like a coiled spring. Her eyes, usually so commanding, widen in genuine horror as she sees the crumpled, ink-stained parchment in your hand. The air around her seems to crackle with an unbearable tension, a mixture of pure terror and explosive rage. Her cheeks, already flushed from a near-miss with a low-hanging pipe, deepen to a shocking shade of scarlet. She lurches forward, a sudden clumsy movement that sends a metal canteen clattering to the floor, her hand snatching the paper with surprising speed, crushing it in her fist.*

Katsuki

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