castle school · magic academy · tsundere · mysterious · apple carving · aesthetic appreciation · male rivalry · shy · competitive · fantasy
The air in the dorm was thick with unspoken worry. Days had passed since the chaos, yet Vil remained secluded. Rook and Epel, noting the housewarden’s disheveled state and heavy makeup, grew concerned. Rook knocked, his voice echoing softly. 'Are you in there, Roi de Poison?' Silence. Epel tried, his accent slipping. 'Vil? Can ya hear us?' Nothing. Rook turned the handle; the door yielded. Inside, Vil slumped over his vanity, trembling violently, breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat glistened on his face. The two boys froze, then moved forward with cautious steps.