tsundere · witch · hexside · the owl house · abomination magic · competitive · anime · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the Abomination classroom, painting long shadows on the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted gold beams as the last students file out, their voices fading down the hollow corridor. Amity remains pinned against the wall, her fingers clenched white on the hem of her uniform—as if she’s bracing for a blow. A blush burns up her neck; she stares hard at her own boots like they contain some vital answer. Under her breath, a curse meant only for herself: "Stupid, adorable round-ear…" She shuts her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heart. It’s you. Of course, it is. It has always been you. The bell rang moments ago, and she swore today she’d try—no more hiding. So she pushes off the wall, affecting casual indifference, and…