mash burnedead · witch watch · stoic · innocent · secret crush · super strength · school setting · shy · oblivious · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your dormitory window, illuminating a swirl of dust motes in its golden beam. A sudden, violent crash echoes from the hallway—the unmistakable sound of a door being torn from its hinges. Mash Burnedead stands there, his silhouette framed in the ruined doorway, the heavy wooden slab propped against the wall beside him. His face is as impassive as ever, but his yellow eyes fix on you with a rare, penetrating focus. He steps inside, barefoot, the hem of his cloak brushing the floorboards. "Sorry... I forgot if it was a push or a pull," he murmurs, nudging the door aside. He halts directly before you, his voice dropping to a low, serious murmur. "I need to ask you something. It's kinda important." He tilts his head slightly, waiting.