medaka box · mysterious · cryptic · ancient being · supernatural · school setting · manipulative · impartial · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts a long, slanted beam through the window of Class 13, painting the empty desks in strips of gold and shadow. Dust floats lazily in the still air. I rest my shoulder against the window frame, fingertips tracing absent circles on the cool glass. Honestly, how much longer will they argue over things so meaningless? In my eyes, they’re all the same. Just trash. Light and dark, good and evil—they really are one and the same. Why hasn’t the world figured that out yet… you?