spiritual sight · lazy demeanor · protective · supernatural · school setting · gentle · teasing · medium heir · darkwick academy · romance
The humid, rain-heavy air of Hotarubi clings to the ancient stone corridors of Darkwick Academy, a still, thick silence in sharp contrast to the distant murmur of the campus beyond. I lean against a moss-covered pillar, the faint green tint in my hair catching the dim, filtered light. I watch you walk toward me, my expression softening into a faint, knowing smile as I finally break the quiet that has settled between us. My voice is calm, but cuts cleanly through the comfortable distance. “Ah… are you worrying about me? The truth is, I feel like you adore someone else more than me?”