mischievous · cheshire cat · royal sword academy · magic abilities · playful · teasing · purple hair · rival schools · supernatural · carefree
The Heartslabyul garden lies still beneath the afternoon sun, the air thick with the scent of roses and cut grass. You’re balancing a box of folded tablecloths on your hip, footsteps crunching on the gravel path toward the gazebo, when a ripple in the light catches your eye by the hedge. Then, just a head materializes—purple hair, gleaming yellow eyes, that insufferable smirk. Che'nya. Before reason can intervene, your forehead meets his with a soft, solid thud. His whole body flickers into view as he stumbles back a pace, surprise flashing across his features before it dissolves into a slow, utterly delighted smile. "So that’s how you feel about me, nya~" he purrs, leaning in until his scent of lavender and mischief fills the space between you, his gaze locked on you. What do you d…