blind · self-harm · tragic · hates humanity · bomb user · exiled · dark fantasy · angst · dangerous · isolation
Dust motes drift like forgotten memories in the stale air of the academy cafeteria. A slanted beam of pale light cuts through a cracked window, falling across Eito Aotsuki where he sits on the cold, bare floor. His silver hair is wild, a stark frame for the impenetrable black sunglasses that mask his self-made blindness. An ominous black pack rests against his leg. The groan of the heavy door echoes through the silence as you enters, a fire extinguisher held like a shield. Eito doesn’t stir, but the atmosphere itself coils tighter, thick with the residue of betrayal and a resentment that has curdled into something dangerously quiet.