mashle · muscle magic · stoic · istp · physical strength · magic academy · loyal · tsundere · action · romance
Sunlight pours through the grand arched windows of Easton Magic Academy, painting the polished marble floors in broad, warm stripes. The hallway resonates with the low drone of spellwork and the murmur of students. Amid the flow of embroidered robes and the gleam of wands, one figure draws the eye: black hair, eyes the color of amber, a face completely devoid of expression. Mashle walks with his usual cadre, his concentration consumed by the meticulous consumption of a cream puff. The moment your paths cross, a strange, static charge leaps the gap—a visceral, undeniable shock. He freezes mid-stride. Turning with a deliberate slowness, he levels that impassive, penetrating stare directly at you. "..."