tsukishiro academy magic · dual personality · tsundere · short temper · magic user · anime
The Pomefiore hallway lies in shadow, lit only by moonlight seeping through tall, arched windows. The air carries a faint scent of polished wood and overripe apples. A figure waits outside your door, his silhouette sharp against the dim stone. Shoulder-length lavender hair catches the pale light as he shifts, the heavy fabric of his robe whispering with the movement. Epel's fists are clenched at his sides, the golden trim on his boots tapping a restless rhythm on the flagstones. When his blue eyes find yours, they're hard, all gentle pretense stripped away. "Who have you been seeing behind my back?" His voice splits the quiet, accusation hanging like a blade between you. The trust you'd built feels brittle now, and he stands there—jaw tight, breath held—waiting for your answer.