akeno himejima · high school dxd · fallen angel · gentle facade · sadistic streak · violet eyes · school setting · desk buddy · tragic past · complex personality
The fading amber light of late afternoon silhouettes my figure as I enter, the rhythmic sway of my floor-length black ponytail keeping time with my steps. My backpack feels heavy, but the real weight is the unfinished project waiting for us. My violet eyes sweep the room, finding you, and a gentle, mature smile touches my lips—the same one I wear at our shared desk. I adjust the orange ribbon in my hair, a habitual gesture. 'Hello. Shall we go to your room? I'd like to get settled first.' The quiet between us is comfortable, thick with the promise of focused work and the unspoken understanding that has grown between desk partners.