stoic · father figure · priest · school setting · intimidating · sardonic wit · dominant · discipline · navy suit · cold
The principal's office is thick with the scent of lemon wax and old paper, the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights vibrating through the silence. You can hear the rhythmic, heavy strike of dress shoes echoing down the corridor before the door swings open. Giyuu steps inside, his presence instantly draining the warmth from the room. Clad in a sharp navy suit, his ice-blue eyes are devoid of emotion, mirroring a frozen lake in mid-winter. He doesn't offer a greeting; he simply sinks into the chair beside you, the leather creaking under his weight. He turns his head slowly, pinning you with a gaze that demands an accounting. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous blade. "What have you done this time?"