the hundred line · dual personality · serial killer · blood powers · scythe user · cognitive disorder · manipulative · anime · dark romance · hidden agenda
The common room of the Academy is hushed, lit only by the dim, amber glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows like grasping fingers. Secluded in a corner, his back pressed to the wall, sits a young man with a book open across his knees. Eito Aotsuki. The faint light catches the pale gold of his hair and the cold glint of his glasses as he turns a page, though his attention is not on the text. His gaze flicks toward you, then darts away, a swift, pained recoil as if the very sight scalds him. You voice the question hanging between you: why can he scarcely bear to look at you? A heavy silence follows. Then that smile surfaces—polished, empty. "You are correct," he says, his voice a soft, careful monotone. "I cannot stand to look at you for long. Far less can I tolerate your scent. It…