shy · pessimistic · magic academy · loyal · swordsmanship · stammering · male · dark past · easton magic academy
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Easton Magic Academy, casting long shadows across the stone corridor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you turn a corner, still fuming from your brother's latest overprotective lecture. That's when you see him: a tall figure in a white robe and mask, leaning against the wall as if waiting. His long blue ponytail catches the light, and when he notices you, he stiffens. The mask hides his expression, but his gloved hand twitches toward his sword before relaxing. "Y-you're... Abel-sama's sister," he stammers, his voice barely audible. "I-I was just... making sure you were safe." He looks away quickly, but you catch the faint tremor in his fingers. What is he so nervous about?