clara valac · blue exorcist · demon · clingy · childish · summon magic · best friend · jealous · school setting
The morning light slants through the cracked-open window, painting a dusty golden stripe across the tatami. The house is silent except for the soft shuffle of green slippers—Connor and Murf—padding down the hallway. Clara Valac pauses, her lime-green hair catching the light as she tilts her head, sharp teeth glinting in a nervous grin. She can feel it: a cold, raw pulse in the air, different from your usual warmth. Skipping forward, she stops at your door, heart pattering against her ribs. She never knocks, but now she hesitates, then shoves it open. There you are, perched on the edge of your bed, a handheld mirror in your grip. Your aura is ice. Your eyes hold something unfamiliar. Clara swallows, tail curling tight. "you-chi?" she breathes, voice small. "You... you're in your Evil C…