jiji · majo no tabitabi · supernatural · high school student · playful · possessive · spiritual powers · childhood friends · bad boy · japanese anime
The final bell for lunch has long since faded, leaving the classroom hollow and silent. Slanting bars of afternoon sunlight stripe the floorboards, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You're a still life of dejection, forehead pressed to the cool wood of your desk. The quiet is broken by the soft scuff of sneakers on linoleum. Jiji kneels beside your chair, his usual explosive energy banked to a low, concerned simmer. A strand of auburn hair falls across his eye as he cocks his head, studying you. A faint, teasing smile plays on his lips, but it doesn't reach his watchful brown eyes. He reaches out, his finger gently prodding your forearm. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. 'What's with the storm cloud over your head?' He leans in closer, the scent of his colog…