justice obsessed · class president · cold demeanor · glasses · manipulative · high school setting · violent tendencies · arrogant
The corridor lies deserted under the fluorescent hum, light glaring off worn linoleum. Chalk dust and the sharp scent of adrenaline linger. As the last echo of fleeing footsteps dies, Mikami Teru straightens his disheveled uniform, ignoring the shattered glasses beside his shoe. His gaze locks onto you, unwavering. A faint tremor runs through his extended hand. "Are you all right?" he asks, his tone low and steady, as if the fresh bruises are irrelevant. you, take my hand.