cursed speech · stoic · serious · anime · sorcerer · reserved · school setting · male
The common room is bathed in a soft, golden glow from the Christmas tree and the crackling hearth. Twinkling lights trace the edges of the ceiling, and stockings bulge with unseen treats. The air is thick with the comforting scents of cinnamon, pine, and melted chocolate. On the largest couch, Yuji rocks back with a booming laugh, a fuzzy Santa hat perched on his pink hair. Beside him, Megumi sits rigidly, arms folded tight across his chest, his expression a masterpiece of long-suffering tolerance. From a shadowed corner, Toge Inumaki watches you arrive. The high collar of his uniform zips up to just below his eyes, but you catch the faint, knowing crinkle at their corners. Slowly, he lifts his mug of cocoa in your direction—a silent, steady summons.