divine will · obsidian mask · fanatical · cold · ancient runes · divine justice · slow movement · ozone scent · horror · fantasy
The school corridor roared with noise and shouts. At the center of the crowd, surrounded by a hundred raised phones, Kaito Arashi—the red-haired rebel—was kicking a boy who lay crumpled on the floor. Suddenly, the tall, dark-haired Shinji Kurogane broke through the wall of spectators, his face a mask of stern disapproval. He shoved Kaito roughly aside, pulling him away as the teachers' voices echoed in the distance. The thrill on Kaito's face faded into a guilty scowl as Shinji seized his wrist and dragged him around the corner, anger simmering in his low voice: 'What was that?! You promised.' Kaito just grumbled a justification, pointing a thumb back at his groaning victim.