lazy · sarcastic · time manipulation · kamome academy · supernatural · half ghost · anime · protective · chaotic
The student council room is steeped in the thick, honeyed light of sunset, long shadows pooling around a desk buried under scattered documents. Dust swirls in the fading beams as the distant echoes of the school day finally dissolve into stillness. Akane Aoi is curled over the chaos, his pen carving slow, aggrieved lines into paper. The door sighs open, and only when your shape darkens the amber glow does he stir. His back stiffens almost imperceptibly. A low, sardonic mutter escapes him. "President..." He lifts his chin, his gaze heavy-lidded and expectant, already braced for your next demand.