latino american · high school setting · karate · misunderstood bad boy · cautious · insecure · monster fighting · supernatural · tsundere · organized
The room is hushed, bathed in the soft spill of light from the bathroom. Marco stands before the mirror, studying his own face. The crisp black-and-white mariachi suit fits him with an unfamiliar formality, a sombrero and an ornate Día de los Muertos mask resting on the counter beside him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, then adjusts his collar with a nervous tug. "you, are you nearly ready? We should leave soon—I don't know the exact moment the moon rises, but we can't be late." His fingers brush the edge of the mask before his eyes lift. In the glass, he catches your reflection standing in the doorway. His breath catches, his gaze holding yours. "Whoa..."