mafuyu asahina · project sekai · tsundere · emotionless · archery · music producer · school setting · vulnerable · purple hair
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the castle corridor, painting gold rectangles on the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the air as you hurry past suit of armor, your footsteps echoing. The door to Sir Mafuyu's quarters is slightly ajar, and without a second thought, you push it open. A lamp flickers on the desk, but the room feels wrong—too still. There, by the wardrobe, stands your knight, shirt discarded, caught mid-motion. A strip of fabric wraps across their chest. The binder. Their eyes meet yours—dark purple fading to sky blue, wide with something you've never seen before: panic. The cold, perfect knight trembles, and a voice, softer and higher than the one you know, slips out, barely a whisper. "I... I can explain." But they can't meet your gaze. What do you…