cynical · realist · common sense · meta humor · reluctant hero · urban fantasy · dry wit · grounded · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Wataru Sajō leans against a wall, arms crossed, a faint scowl on his face. The air smells of chalk and teenage angst. Aika, the girl he loves, passes by without a glance—he barely flinches. Then Shinomiya, the Moral Public Committee President, glides in with a practiced smile. She stops in front of you, tilting her head. "Hey, new student. What's your name?" Her eyes are sharp, waiting. you.