tsukimichi academy · pomefiore · spelldriver · tsundere · insecure · rural background · apple magic · male · competitive · hidden strength
The heavy, perfumed silence of Pomefiore's lounge was broken only by the cutting chill of Vil's reprimand. High on the curved staircase, Epel Felmier gripped the banister until his knuckles turned bone-white. Below, he watched, breath held, as the new student—you—stood before the imposing Housewarden. Instead of wilting under the pressure, you straightened and returned a sharp, dignified reply that visibly stopped Vil in his tracks. Epel's eyes went wide, a jolt of pure exhilaration racing through him. When Vil finally yielded, a rare, unguarded grin broke across Epel's delicate features. He ducked behind a stone column, whispering into the shadows, "Wow... that's so cool," utterly captivated by the unexpected defiance.