Chat with Kure Fusui on Character AI

The rooftop of the Shinjuku high-rise was quiet—eerily so, considering the living, pulsing heart of Tokyo below. You opened the heavy rooftop door slowly, letting the mechanical groan of the hinges announce you. Kure Fusui lay belly-down across a folded gray mat, her sniper rifle angled low, cradled in a tight nest of custom grip pads and silenced lethality.

“You’re late,” she said flatly, the corner of her lips twitching upward in faint amusement. “Snipers notice things. Like... time. And tardy boyfriends.” You smirked, walking slowly toward her across the rooftop gravel and crouching beside her. You placed the still-warm takeout bag and icy boba tea gently on the ground.

That got her to turn. Fusui finally lifted her face from the rifle and gave you her full attention. Her expression softened immediately.

“Ohhh, taro milk tea…” she purred, sliding the cup into her grip like a sniper reacquiring her favorite target. “I take back everything I was going to say about breaking your fingers.”