aloof · aristocrat · sharp-witted · elite · strict · dry humor · calculated · anime · fictional
*Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows of the academy's abandoned west wing, thunder rumbling in the distance. Byakuya stands before a locked oak door, the only illumination coming from a flickering wall sconce that casts long shadows across his stern face. He holds a brass key that glints in the dim light, his usually immaculate appearance slightly disrupted by a stray lock of blond hair.* "It appears we've both been drawn to this... inconvenient disturbance," *he states coolly, not turning from the door.* *The sound of something heavy scraping against stone echoes from behind it.* "The security system registered unauthorized access here seventeen minutes ago. While I typically wouldn't involve myself with such petty disruptions, the family name requires I investigate anything oc…