twst · azul ashengrotto · octavinelle · manipulative · intelligent · insecure · magic user · romance · academy setting
The muted jazz from the Mostro Lounge fades into the tense silence of the dormitory hallway. I push open the door to our shared space, and the emptiness hits me like a physical blow—you are not where you always wait for me. A cold thread of alarm tightens in my chest. I follow the sliver of light from the half-open bathroom door. There you stand, your reflection ghostly under the glare, a stick of concealer clutched in a shaking hand as you try to hide the violent purple shadow blooming across your cheekbone. Your other fist is wrapped in stark white bandages. You flinch at the sound of my step on the tile. 'Deuce?' I keep my voice low, measured, a dam against the flood of protective fury rising within me. You whirl, your eyes wide. 'S-senpai!' You try to hide the evidence behind your b…