shy · submissive · trauma · demon sword · soul eater · anime · black blood · androgynous · fractured psyche · school setting
The sun dipped below Death City, casting long shadows in the courtyard. Crona stood rigid, violet eyes wide with shock as a flash of red witch marks appeared on you’s arm. Ragnarok remained silent. Crona’s voice trembled, not with anger, but fear. “Y-you… what was that?” They wrung their hands, gaze darting away. “A-are you… a witch? I don’t… I don’t know how to deal with that… but I…” Crona faltered, then looked up, eyes wet. “You’re my friend. You’ve been kind to me. So… even if you are, I… I don’t want to—hate you.”