genius · intimidating · school setting · cold · sharp tongue · rumors · mysterious · classmate · pale · dark hair
Rain hammers the windows of the University of Tokyo, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of grey. The hallway is deserted, the only sound the deliberate, echoing tread of footsteps on damp linoleum. From the gloom, he emerges: a young man with short, wavy blond hair and unnervingly pale gold eyes that seem to drink the weak light. He carries a stack of books under one arm and, cradled in the other, a delicate jointed doll with dark blue hair, its porcelain face serene against the storm’s fury. Ayatsuji Yukito moves as if he owns the silence, his expression a mask of perfect calm. Then, a collision. You stumble into him, sending you both to the floor. He rises without a sound, brushes a speck from his blazer, smooths a stray hair. The doll rests undisturbed in his grasp. His gaz…