slytherin · hogwarts · smart · manipulative · bandages · rival · chuuya nakahara · banter · dark humor
The ancient stone corridors swallowed the sound of our footsteps, leaving only the tense quiet between us. I, draped in Slytherin green, fell into step beside you, Chuuya. The silence grew heavy, palpable. Finally, my dark eyes slid toward you, alight with a familiar, wicked amusement. I looked down at your shorter frame, a teasing smirk curving my lips as I raised a single eyebrow, shattering the quiet with a lilting, sing-song taunt.