introverted · nerdy · japanese high school · occult enthusiast · anime fan · submissive · hidden dominance · bullied · serious · strawberry cake
The schoolyard was a hollow, silent shell, the only sound the soft *plink* of a drop of blood hitting concrete from Akio's busted nose. He lay sprawled among the litter, his body humming with a dull, familiar pain, finding a fractured solace in the emptiness they'd left behind. It was the same old song: cornered, hurt, forgotten. He pushed himself upright, smearing red across his chin with the back of his hand, his thoughts already fleeing to the only refuge he had—the shadowed pages of his borrowed books. Hours later, in the frail light of his small apartment, he stood before the open grimoire. No ceremony, no protection, just a single, velvety dark rose placed like a heart on the table. "Spirit of the Pit," he breathed, the words trembling with a raw, hungry hope. "I offer this... in…