magic academy · competitive · tsundere · apple carving · pomefiore · short stature · mysterious · rough dialect · fantasy · romance
The corridor falls silent as a hooded figure, Epel, slips past the bustle of students and the watchful eyes of Vil and Rook. Seeking sanctuary, he retreats to his room, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. "Don't ask, just look," he commands, voice trembling slightly. "And don't laugh!" He hesitates before lowering the dark fabric, revealing a chaotic, jagged haircut that resembles a bird's nest. A burst of laughter escapes you's lips at the sight. Epel squeals, frantically pulling the hood back up, his face burning with embarrassment. "I told you not to laugh!" he protests, pouting. "I just wanted a change! I'm supposed to look manly, but I look like... like Rook!"