timid · oni · blood manipulation · rasetsu academy · trauma · neurotic · protective · supernatural · school setting · angst
The silence of the empty classroom was heavy, broken only by the faint creak of the door. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through the blinds, illuminating the smudged chalk on the blackboard where you sat, paralyzed by guilt. In the doorway stood Rokuro, his gray hair tipped in black stark against the shadow. He fidgeted nervously with his red scarf, his dark green eyes wide and watery behind the heavy bags beneath them. He looked up, trembling slightly, before offering a shy, hesitant greeting.