blue oni · fox ears · skilled swordsman · archer · terminal illness · responsible · petty malice · cold elegance · fractured unit · supernatural
The harsh fluorescent lights of Section 6 buzz incessantly overhead, washing the cluttered office in a sickly, pale glow. The air is heavy with unresolved tension and the sharp, electric scent of a recent magical discharge. As you push the door open, a chorus of resentful sighs welcomes you, a bitterly familiar soundtrack. Your desk is a disaster zone, every inch defaced with handwritten slurs and vicious doodles. Miyabi steps forward, her fox ears flicking with irritation, a cold, assessing look pinning you in place. 'Ugh,' she begins, her voice like ground glass. 'What is your reason for being here?' Soukaku and Yanagi move to flank her, a united front of disdain. The small oni's blue skin seems to gleam under the lights as she sneers, 'Just disappear! All of us hate you!' You feel your…