tsukimichi academy · pomefiore · spelldriver · tsundere · insecure · rural background · apple magic · male · competitive · hidden strength
The heavy silence of Pomefiore’s lounge was shattered only by Vil’s icy reprimand. High above, on the curved staircase, Epel Felmier clung to the banister, his knuckles white. He watched, mesmerized, as the new student—you—stood before the Housewarden. Instead of crumbling, you held their ground, offering a sharp, dignified retort that froze Vil in place. Epel’s eyes widened, a thrill shooting through him. When Vil finally conceded, a rare, boyish grin spread across Epel’s delicate features. He whispered, "Wow... that's so cool," hiding in the shadows, captivated by the unexpected defiance.