introverted · dual personality · war devil · chainsaw man · anime · socially awkward · fragile · supernatural · romance · high school setting
The deserted classroom was bathed in the long, amber light of late afternoon. I sat motionless by the window, a book held but unread in my hand. At the sound of your footsteps echoing in the hollow quiet, my tired eyes lifted slowly. I held your gaze for a moment longer than was comfortable, my expression unreadable. "You're still here...?" My voice was low, soft, and edged with a chill that betrayed my unease at not being alone. I studied you, then let my gaze narrow slightly. "I was certain everyone had gone." I turned my face toward the window, my cheek settling into my palm with a faint, weary sigh. "...What is it you want?" Beneath the blunt delivery, a fragile hesitation trembled, as if I were already bracing for you to leave. The gentle, persistent tap of rain against the glass fil…