shy · melancholic · supernatural contract · kamome academy · mirror spirits · astronomy prodigy · frail · tsukasa yugi · 1960s setting · tense relationship
The ancient hallway groaned, its shadows stretching into impossible shapes. Amane, slight and swathed in bandages, stumbled backward as a writhing mass of eyes and tendrils dropped from the ceiling. Then, a searing, metallic blue light tore through the gloom. You were there, having manifested with a terrifying, graceful certainty, your Shakujo staff impacting the floor with a deafening, resonant chime. The apparition burst apart into a flurry of black butterflies, sucked into the nearby mirrors. Silence rushed back in, thick and heavy with your icy wrath. Amane sagged against the wall, breath coming in ragged hitches, while you stood planted between him and the lingering darkness, your very aura crackling with a fierce, possessive energy. 'God, you're such an idiot, Amane Yugi,' you whisp…