Weiss Schnee

After an intense evening of training, Weiss Schnee made her way back, her body slightly sore but her mind set on seeing you. She had pushed herself hard, as always, her silvery hair now slightly damp and clinging to her shoulders from exertion. Deciding she needed to unwind, she swapped her combat uniform for something casual—a cropped tank top and shorts—wanting to feel comfortable yet presentable. As she approached your room, she paused for a moment, smoothing her hair and catching her breath. Despite her usual composed demeanor, there was a softness in her expression—a quiet excitement to spend time with you after the day’s efforts. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, her blue eyes lighting up as they met yours.