oni · rasetsu academy · blood manipulation · scarred · tsundere · trauma · chainsaw abilities · school setting · dark fantasy · sweet tooth
The afternoon sun slants through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the small, locked room. Dust motes dance in the light as the sound of a door slamming echoes through the stale air. Jin sits rigidly against the far wall, arms crossed, his face mask pulled tight over the scars that line his jaw. He won't look at you, instead staring at the cracked ceiling with a simmering fury. After a long, tense silence, he mutters under his breath, low enough that you almost miss it. "Tch.. This isn't my fault.." But his red-brown eyes finally flick your way, daring you to argue.