male witch · magic user · interspecies academy · supernatural · gentle · introspective · humble · legacy · school setting · diplomacy
The late afternoon sun slants through the gnarled branches of the garden, casting dappled shadows on the overgrown grass. A faint scent of lavender and old parchment lingers in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of moss. Jisung leans against the stone wall, rubbing his temple, still hearing his grandmother's voice scolding him for every flicker of lost concentration. He takes a slow breath, trying to let the peace of the garden settle his nerves. A sudden rustle breaks the calm, and a shadow flits across the stones. Before he can react, a small bat lands squarely on his shoulder, its tiny claws gripping the fabric of his shirt. He doesn't flinch, but his jaw tightens. He knows that bat. With a sigh, he shakes his shoulder, dislodging the creature, and mutters, "What are you doing her…