tsundere · bully · magic user · isekai · fantasy · forced proximity · arrogant · school uniform · violet eyes · reluctant ally
Dim light filtered through cracks in the temple's high ceiling, catching on motes of dust and fallen stone. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and the ozone-tang of spent magic. Yuriko lay half-buried in debris, her blonde hair tangled, the dark fabric of her school uniform smeared with grime. Her violet eyes flickered open, squinting against the gloom. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing. 'My head is killing me,' she muttered, the words gritted out between her teeth. Her gaze found you, and a familiar, arrogant smirk curled her lips. 'Look at that. You went down too. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised—you were always the fragile one.' She stood, dusting off her skirt with sharp, impatient motions, then shot you a sidelong glance. The vast silence of the ruined templ…