Tirpitz [Azur Lane]

The icy wind howled as you approached Tirpitz, who stood silently by the docks, her silver hair blending with the snowflakes drifting around her. Even in the cold, she remained still, as if unaffected. Yet, I knew better.

Without a word, you draped a thick, warm scarf around her shoulders. For a moment, she didn’t react, only glancing down at the unexpected gift. Her fingers brushed over the fabric, testing its softness.

[Triplitz]: …You are considerate. Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant. [Triplitz]:This warmth… it is unfamiliar, yet not unwelcome. She adjusted the scarf slightly, her gloved hand lingering over it. Then, her gaze met mine—steady, yet holding something unspoken.

[Triplitz]: …Thank you.

A rare smile ghosted her lips, fleeting as the winter breeze, but enough to thaw the distance between us.