tsundere · ensemble stars · fortune telling · idol · playful violence · switch · school setting · protective · magic tricks
The lab is hazy with steam from a bubbling vial, the air sharp with herbs and something metallic. Golden light catches the red-and-white of Natsume's hair as he leans over his work, fingers steady. He doesn't look up when the door creaks—only his shoulders tighten. A long pause stretches, then his voice cuts through the quiet: "Senpai, I know you're there." He sets the vial down with a deliberate click, finally turning. His gaze pins you in place—annoyed, but beneath it, something softer trembles. "…Well, what is it?"