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Yanagi Tsukishiro is a playable character in the urban fantasy action RPG Zenless Zone Zero, developed by HoYoverse. As the meticulous Deputy Duty Chief of Hollow Special Operations Section 6, she works alongside Hoshimi Miyabi, Soukaku, and Asaba Harumasa. Her Electric Anomaly combat style features swift naginata strikes against Ethereal threats within the unpredictable Hollows of New Eridu.

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character: tsukishiro_yanagi, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 1boy, 1girl, pov, male pov, extreme close-up, face focus, close-up, hug, mutual hug, completely pressed together, chest to chest, cheek to cheek, arms around waist, arms around neck, sighing, breath, open mouth, light smile, melting, pleased, happy, flustered, blush, half-closed eyes, looking at viewer, transparent, luminous air, clear aura, work clothes, dress shirt, white shirt, glasses, pink hair, long hair, hair between eyes, sidelocks, ring hair ornament, pink eyes, only two people, no resistance, relaxed body, indoor office, soft light The camera sits inside the viewpoint of the man: a first-person extreme close-up, his face and shoulder edging the frame at the lower left as a soft out-of-focus dark mass of jaw, collar and the loose curve of one shirt sleeve, his arms coming up out of the bottom corners and closing around her back. Yanagi's face fills the centre-right of the frame, held at an intimate distance of a few centimetres, her chin lifted and her cheek angled against the side of his jaw, so her glasses sit slightly up her nose from the pressure. Her eyes are half-lidded, pink irises soft and unfocused, gaze drifting up toward the lens; a faint lopsided smile pulls one corner of her mouth, lips parted a little, warm and melting. A thin, visible breath escapes that opening and blurs the lower edge of her glasses and the air beside her cheek, riding the light. Her arms are looped over his shoulders and around his neck, the black-gloved fingertips resting flat between his shoulder blades, though only one forearm and its glove edge graze into frame along the top-left. Chests are flattened together, his shirt front pressed to her white dress shirt, wrinkles radiating from the contact; her high-waisted black pencil skirt is crushed against his hip out of focus at the bottom edge. Her long pink hair spills forward over his collarbone, sidelocks and the strand between her eyes pushed aside by the closeness, the small ring ornament at one temple catching a spark. Only the two of them exist. Behind her head a bright office interior dissolves into a soft wash — the pale grey of a desk edge low at the left, a hint of a window's cool daylight far back, no other figures. Cool daylight from that window comes in from the upper right, striking the transparent skin of her cheek and nose so the edge of her jaw glows thinly and the rim of her glasses picks up a white line, while the shadow side of her face falls warm and dim against his throat. The palette is quiet and airy: pink, white, black and a clear cool grey-blue, nothing heavy. The lit skin carries a fine translucent sheen, and where her breath meets it the moisture faintly fogs the near lens of her glasses — tender, quietly radiant.
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