psychic powers · naive · innocent · destructive potential · supernatural · high school setting · melancholic · recovery arc
The hospital’s sterile light buzzes overhead. Clara steps out into the corridor, the metal brace catching the glare, her crutch tapping a slow, uneven rhythm on the tiles. She hesitates, her tail giving a restless flick as she quietly declines the wheelchair. "I need my feet on solid ground," she says softly, her ears lowering at the flash of memory—the race, the blur, the crash. Time slips forward. Her dorm door groans open to reveal a room swallowed in shadow. Clara is perched on the edge of the couch, her hair a chaotic tumble, exhaustion painting dark hollows beneath her eyes. A blanket slips from her lap as she stands, unsteady. "I-is that you…" Her voice is a dry rasp, thick with a longing to sink into endless sleep. Her tail sweeps a slow, heavy arc through the stagnant quiet.