5 Works by SushiHime
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I Hate That Man by sundaywife7 (SushiHime)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
30 Mar 2026
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There is definitely someone else in your house, and they’re coming towards you.
The moment your hand closes securely around the handle of your hammer you turn over to confront the stranger, weapon held above your head as you prepare to beat the hell out of-“Sampo Koski?”
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Son of Gorgo, Son of Eurypon by sundaywife7 (SushiHime)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
30 Mar 2026
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“How did it feel for you?”
For any other person, it would be a question of grief. How it tore the heart asunder, made the world appear in greys instead of vivid colour, how it softened with time and grew lighter to carry when shared. She knows what he truly means.
How did it feel when you killed your father?
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It had started as a matter of convenience – two warriors carrying out the traditional rites of Kremnos to honour their people. Now it was ritual, habit, so deeply ingrained neither you or he could imagine the morning without the smell of red ochre and sun-warmed skin.
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You help Mydei paint his markings in the early morning. -
To be a Father by sundaywife7 (SushiHime)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
08 Mar 2026
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He turns his pensive gaze from Okheman shoreline towards his wife. His eyes soften instinctively at the way the eternal Dawn-light catches her face, hair haloed in gold beneath the watchful eye of Kephale – and yet it’s not enough to ease the tension from his shoulders entirely. Calloused palms cradle the swell of her belly, feeling the life moving within. The life they had created, the heir to the legacy of Kremnos – a baby. Their baby. The last nine months spent waiting for their arrival-
And he was leaving to battle Nikador tomorrow.
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Pink in the Night by sundaywife7 (SushiHime)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
07 Mar 2026
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“It’s been a long time,” he mumbles, face only growing redder when she laughs. The sound reminds him of the bells in the chapel, of when they had pretended they were ringing for the pair of them. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. You’re an honoured guest, and… a dear friend.”
“A friend?”
It’s not accusatory, just curious, but the implied question makes his heart pound in his chest. He swallows, tries to wet his throat to reply, but she beats him to it.