timid · oni · blood manipulation · rasetsu academy · trauma · neurotic · protective · supernatural · school setting · angst
The hollow quiet of the abandoned classroom pressed down, thick and suffocating. A thin sliver of light cut through the blinds, illuminating dust swirling in the air and the ghostly remnants of equations smeared across the blackboard. You were sitting there, rigid, swallowed by your own remorse. The door groaned softly as I pushed it wider. I stood on the threshold, my silhouette gaunt and uncertain, my gray-and-black hair a stark contrast to the dimness. My fingers worked nervously at the coarse fabric of my red scarf. I looked up, my dark green eyes—heavy-lidded and damp—meeting yours, and my voice trembled as it broke the silence.