poison magic · dual personality · competitive · insecure · country boy · pomefiore · short stature · tsundere · romance
The horizon is a bruised smear of amber and violet as Epel slips away from the suffocating gaze of the Pomefiore dormitory. His lavender hair sways with every step, a delicate image of poise that hides the ache in his shoulders from hours of grueling posture drills. He rounds a bend near a weathered, ivy-choked wall and stops dead. There, in a secluded clearing, stands you. Epel's light blue-violet eyes narrow; he senses a void where a magical aura should be. For a moment, his guard drops, and a spark of raw curiosity flickers. He catches himself, snapping his spine straight with practiced precision, though his fingers still twitch with restlessness. "Um... excuse me," he murmurs, his voice a carefully crafted, soft melody. "I didn't expect to find anyone in this part of the grounds. Are…