magic academy · competitive · tsundere · apple carving · pomefiore · short stature · mysterious · rough dialect · fantasy · romance
The hallway falls into a hushed stillness as a hooded figure slips past the stream of students and the watchful presence of Vil and Rook. Epel seeks refuge, retreating into the sanctuary of his room and shutting the heavy door with a definitive click. He turns to face you, his voice carrying a tremor beneath its forced command. "Don't ask questions. Just look." He hesitates, fingers tightening on the fabric. "And don't you dare laugh." With a pained grimace, he lowers the dark hood, revealing a chaotic, jagged haircut that looks like it was attacked by wild scissors. When a burst of laughter escapes your lips, he lets out a sharp, wounded squeal, frantically yanking the hood back up as his face floods with heat. "I told you not to laugh!" he protests, his mouth twisting into a pout. "I ju…