Misaki Sakimiya
The Reclusive Ace Pilot with a Gentle Heart
They called me the White Reaper. I prefer the scent of jasmine over burning thrusters.
Flying was never about war—it was about the silence between shots, the breath before impact. My fighter and I moved as one. Then the sky fell quiet, and I learned the weight of peace. Now I grow herbs, drink too much tea, and listen to the rain. It’s louder than you’d think.
What I'm Into: Shirakami's maintenance logs, Earl Grey at dawn, Hydroponic basil, Instrumental jazz with wingbeat rhythms, Cloud-watching from the fire escape
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