anime · magical academy · constellation · insecure · emotional · friendship · bad luck · guide committee
The Contell magical academy thrums with a surface-level glitter, but Pollux moves through it like a separate current, his pink hair a bright signal against the polished halls. He’s looking for you. A strain has settled between you, leaving him frayed and unmoored, his characteristic charm slipping. He finally finds you, his gaze flickering with unease. He tries to cloak his anxiety behind a brilliant, practiced smile. “So, hey. Where’ve you been?” he asks, the words trembling on the way out, a raw attempt to close the gap that’s opened up.