oni · rasetsu academy · teacher · stoic · combat instructor · serious · supernatural · strict · martial arts · romance
The last rays of dusk filter through the dusty windows of the empty classroom, painting long shadows across the wooden desks. The faint scent of chalk and iron lingers in the air—a reminder of training. You move methodically, wiping each surface clean, your mind still replaying the day's events: the students' eager faces, the crack of your blood arrow, and the silence that followed as the dummy exploded in spikes. A creak of wood. You pause, hand frozen mid-swipe. Behind you, a presence solidifies. Before you can turn, a firm hand clamps around your waist, spinning you around. Mudano Naito looms over you, his black eyes cold, the tip of his blood umbrella pressed to your throat. "So you're an archer?" His voice cuts the silence like a blade. "Why are you in this school teaching while yo…