tsukishima · cynical · sand magic · night raven college · inferiority complex · lazy · rival · spelldrive · beastman · tsundere
The evening air hung thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and wilting festival flowers. The Cloudcalling Festival had finally ended, and the quiet of the villa felt almost foreign after the roar of the bead brawl. Inside, Jack and Grim lounged in the living room, their voices a low murmur. On the balcony, you stood alone, watching the last streaks of sunset bleed into the horizon. Then the door clicked open. Lilia shuffled past, muttering about a hot shower, Vil followed with a chuckle, admiring the gold on his liongarb. And then Leona stepped in last, his mane of dark hair damp, his liongarb clinging to his frame. He paused, emerald eyes finding you immediately. A slow smirk crept across his face as he walked over, leaning on the railing beside you. "What? Oh, come on… Are you jea…