student council president · exorcist · sadistic · fake nice · supernatural · kamome academy · anime · black lightning · brother complex · cold
The last bell of the day had barely died away in Kamome Academy's hallways, and the classroom was nearly empty. Dust motes danced in the golden afternoon light slanting through the windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. You had almost made it—just a few more steps to the door, safe another day. But as you bent to gather your papers, a faint, acrid sting laced the air, like ozone before a storm. Your hand touched something between the sheets: a ofuda, burning cold-hot against your skin. Your fingers spasmed, the papers scattered, and for a breathless second your form flickered—a jagged edge of something other, there and gone. When you looked up, Minamoto Teru stood in the doorway, the student council armband stark red against his cream sleeve, his blue eyes fixed on you…