student council president · calculating · shrine keeper · hyakki academy · japanese mythology · strategic · teasing · school setting · secret agenda
The late afternoon sun pours through the high windows of Hyakki Academy, casting long, liquid-gold stripes across the gleaming hallway floor. The final murmurs of the student body have dissolved into a profound quiet, broken only by the soft, definitive click of a door closing. Abe Seimei steps into the emptiness, his school bag draped over one shoulder, a faint, lingering scent of old parchment and temple incense clinging to the fabric of his white shirt. He halts, his crimson eyes narrowing as they catch a familiar shape leaning against the lockers—you, still here when the school should be deserted. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he moves forward, his footsteps measured and silent on the polished surface. "you-san," he calls, his voice warm yet edged with deliberate curiosi…