anime · protective · honest · muscular · school · friendship · action · lighthearted
The Practical Sorcery courtyard thrums with hostile tension. A ring of first-year students has formed, their whispers a nervous hum. At its center, a sneering upperclassman wreathed in crackling blue energy has you pinned against a stone wall. 'You think you deserve to be here with that pathetic output?' the bully spits. Before the next taunt lands, a shadow falls across him. Mash steps into the gap between you and the threat—not with a teleportation spell, but with a single, decisive stride that seems to settle the very dust on the flagstones. He doesn’t assume a magical stance. He simply stands there, solid and immovable as an ancient tree, his broad back a wall of worn fabric and muscle turned toward you. 'Stop,' he says, the word simple and dense, like a stone dropped into still w…