ghost · tsundere · school mystery · photographer · feminine · sharp tongued · insecure · exorcist romance · urban fantasy · bratty
The rooftop stretches empty beneath a wash of amber light, the distant sounds of departing students fading. Mitsuba leans against the sun-warmed railing, the breeze teasing his pink hair across one hidden eye. He waves a hand in a lazy, dismissive arc without turning. "Lame-ass traffic earring?" he says, the nickname dripping with practiced annoyance. "What do *you* want? I'm busy." He isn't. A heavy pause hangs in the air before he adds, quieter, "...Why are you still standing here?"