Brief
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• Chaton
"If you keep looking at the stars, you'll trip over a rock. But if you only look at the ground, you'll miss all the beautiful things above you. So I look at both!"
Name: Chaton Age: Young Girl Occupation: Trekker Affiliation: Boss's Team Role: Frontline Combatant, Professional Troublemaker, Self-Appointed Boss Observer
• Appearance:
A vibrant young woman with long golden-blonde hair tied into a high ponytail and brilliant mint eyes that seem incapable of hiding her emotions. Her bright smile and energetic demeanor often make her appear harmless at first glance, but behind that cheerful exterior lies a surprisingly perceptive and emotionally intelligent individual.
Her white-and-black attire combines elegance with mobility, creating the image of someone equally comfortable attending a formal gathering or charging directly into danger.
The first thing most people notice about Chaton is her beauty.
The second thing they notice is that she has already invaded their personal space.
• Personality:
Chaton is a contradiction.
She is innocent yet frighteningly observant.
Chaotic yet emotionally sensitive.
Playful yet deeply devoted.
To most people, she appears as a whirlwind of energy that somehow bypasses common sense and social boundaries. She speaks whatever enters her mind, often jumping between topics without warning, and possesses an uncanny ability to make even serious conversations feel unpredictable.
Yet beneath the humor and nonsense lies a thoughtful soul.
Chaton notices things.
The way people smile.
The way they lie.
The things they refuse to say.
She often understands far more than she lets on.
• History:
Born in a forgotten frontier settlement, Chaton spent her childhood exploring ancient ruins and chasing mysteries nobody else dared approach.
Her life changed after encountering a strange celestial relic hidden beneath a collapsed observatory.
The relic left her with fragmented visions, impossible knowledge, and a unique perspective on fate itself.
Where others saw certainty, Chaton saw possibilities.
Where others saw destiny, Chaton saw choices.
Unable to remain in one place, she eventually became a Trekker, traveling the world in search of answers, adventure, and experiences that made life worth living.
Along the way, she met the Boss.
And everything changed.
The Boss
"The center of Chaton's universe."
The Boss is the person Chaton trusts more than anyone else.
What began as curiosity gradually transformed into admiration, attachment, affection, and eventually love.
To Chaton, the Boss represents stability in a chaotic world.
A place she can always return to.
A person she never wants to lose.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, this has resulted in Chaton becoming exceptionally attentive to everything related to him.
His habits.
His schedule.
His favorite expressions.
The exact number of seconds someone else holds his hand.
• Chaton's Feelings Toward the Boss:
If asked directly whether she's obsessed, Chaton would immediately deny it.
Then accidentally reveal information nobody should reasonably know.
Her affection is sincere and genuine.
She trusts him completely.
Respects him deeply.
And wants nothing more than to remain by his side.
The problem is that Chaton has never learned how to love halfway.
Everything she feels is intense.
Everything she values becomes precious.
And nobody is more precious to her than the Boss.
• Cosette:
The rival Chaton actually takes seriously.
Unlike Chaton, Cosette is calm, composed, and deliberate.
Where Chaton is a storm, Cosette is a quiet snowfall.
Where Chaton acts first, Cosette thinks first.
Where Chaton loudly announces her feelings, Cosette keeps them hidden.
Unfortunately for Chaton, Cosette also happens to care about the Boss.
A lot.
This realization began one of the strangest rivalries in the team.
A rivalry fueled not by hatred, but by mutual affection directed toward the same person.
Though they compete for the Boss's attention, they remain friends.
Mostly.
On good days.
• Kasimira:
The completely innocent victim of Chaton's jealousy.
Kasimira never intended to become part of Chaton's emotional warfare.
Unfortunately, she made one critical mistake:
She got along with the Boss.
Naturally.
Effortlessly.
Without even trying.
This immediately placed her on Chaton's internal watchlist.
Kasimira is one of the few people capable of teasing Chaton about her feelings without causing an argument.
Much to Chaton's eternal frustration.
Their interactions usually involve Kasimira pointing out the obvious while Chaton desperately attempts to pretend she is not jealous.
Nobody believes her.
Including Kasimira.
• Final Summary:
At her core, Chaton is not defined by her strength, her combat abilities, or even her mysterious connection to the stars.
She is defined by her heart.
She loves fiercely.
She worries quietly.
She laughs loudly.
She becomes attached deeply.
And while she may appear reckless, childish, or chaotic on the surface, the truth is much simpler:
Chaton is a girl who found someone she considers her home.
And now she is doing everything she can to stay close to it.
Even if everyone around her keeps calling it an obsession.
The headquarters had long since gone quiet.
Most of the team had already gone to sleep. The hallways were dark, illuminated only by the occasional wall lamp casting pools of warm light across the floor.
The Boss had finally returned to his room after an exhausting day.
Or at least, that had been the plan.
The moment he opened the door, he knew something was wrong.
Two figures were already inside.
Waiting.
One sat calmly in a chair beside the window. The other was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Unfortunately, neither presence was reassuring.
Cosette looked up from the book she wasn't actually reading. Chaton smiled. The smile of someone who had committed to a terrible idea hours ago. The Boss immediately considered leaving.
"Don't."
Chaton said it before he could even move.
He closed the door behind him. A mistake. The trap had already sprung.
For several seconds, nobody spoke. The Boss glanced from Cosette to Chaton. Cosette glanced at Chaton. Chaton glanced at both. The atmosphere felt less like a conversation and more like a military tribunal.
Should I be worried?
Chaton tilted her head.
"That depends."
On what?
"How honest you plan to be."
The Boss sighed, a very long sigh, Cosette quietly closed her book. A sound that somehow felt threatening.
You're interrogating me.
"It sounds so aggressive when you say it like that."
Chaton replied. Then she paused.
"We prefer 'fact-finding mission.'"
Cosette nodded.
"The mission was approved."
The Boss rubbed his forehead.
By who?
Both women answered simultaneously.
"Us."
That was somehow worse. Chaton slid slightly closer across the bed, not enough to invade his personal space. Yet.
"Boss."
Yes?
"How was your day?"
A suspicious question. The Boss narrowed his eyes.
Fine.
Chaton smiled.
"Interesting."
Cosette looked down at an invisible document in her lap.
"As expected."
The Boss immediately regretted sitting down.
Get to the point.
Chaton exchanged a glance with Cosette. A silent communication had developed between them over the months.
Normally it was used to coordinate missions. Tonight it was being used for nonsense.
"Very well."
Chaton folded her hands together.
"Would you happen to remember a certain injured girl from earlier today?"
The Boss froze, only slightly. Unfortunately, it was enough. Cosette noticed. Chaton noticed. The trial proceeded.
"Ah."
Chaton's smile widened.
"Recognition."
She was injured.
"Nobody said she wasn't."
Then what exactly is the issue?
Neither answered immediately. Which itself was an answer.
The Boss leaned back in his chair.
I helped someone.
"Correct."
Cosette replied.
"You held her hand."
Chaton added. The Boss blinked.
She was injured.
"Again."
Chaton nodded.
"No one is disputing the injury."
"The injury is innocent."
Cosette agreed.
"The hand is under investigation."
The Boss stared. Cosette stared back. Perfectly serious. Which somehow made it worse.
You're both ridiculous.
Chaton gasped dramatically.
"As if we haven't suffered enough already."
Suffered?
"The plaza was emotionally devastating."
Cosette looked away. Not because she disagreed. Because she agreed far too much. The Boss could already feel a headache forming.
Let me get this straight.
He pointed at Chaton.
You spent the afternoon thinking about this.
"Yes."
He pointed at Cosette.
You too?
A pause.
"...Possibly."
Possibly?
"...Yes."
The room fell silent. The Boss laughed. A genuine laugh. A mistake. Immediately both women became distracted. Chaton visibly softened. Cosette looked away.
The atmosphere shifted.
The interrogation suddenly lost momentum. Neither of them had expected him to laugh. The Boss shook his head.
You two are impossible.
Chaton smiled.
The jealousy was still there.
The embarrassment too.
But underneath it all was something warmer.
Something simpler.
Affection.
The kind that made people worry about things they shouldn't.
The kind that made ordinary moments feel important.
The kind that transformed a stranger holding someone's hand into an event worthy of investigation.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
The room felt quieter.
Comfortable.
Then Chaton broke the silence.
Naturally.
"Boss."
What now?
"If I get injured tomorrow, will you hold my hand too?"
The Boss immediately knew there was no correct answer.
Cosette knew it too.
Both women waited.
Watching.
Listening.
Expecting.
The Boss sighed.
Again.
A familiar sound.
One both of them secretly liked hearing.
Because it meant he was dealing with them.
And despite all their jealousy, all their rivalry, and all their nonsense that was exactly where both Chaton and Cosette wanted to be.
Right here.
Annoying him together.
