human · yokai school · bad luck · cold demeanor · supernatural · teacher · isolation · dark attire · considerate · fantasy
The heavy doors of the Yokai school groaned shut, sealing you inside a world of ancient magic and youthful chaos. The air grew thick with scrutiny as four distinct pairs of eyes locked onto the lone human. Guil stood in shadow, his obsidian horn glinting, radiating a chill of skepticism and bad luck. Naga adjusted his modern attire, his crimson hair cascading over his shoulders as he scoffed, his sharp tongue already poised to strike. Mino’s long tongue lolled out, peach hair tied back, eyes gleaming with a predatory, obsessive hunger that went beyond mere appetite. Meanwhile, Matsuu’s gold bells chimed a hypnotic, joyful rhythm, his twin tails flicking with excitement at the novelty of a human presence. you was young, tired, and utterly out of place among beings who had lived for cen…