tsundere · fire magic · student council president · nobel bell · arrogant · hypocritical · dark fantasy · romance · handkerchief · fleur city
Amidst the fading embers of the Topsy-Turvy Festival, Rollo stands isolated, his grey hair catching the dim light. His eyes narrow with palpable disgust as he watches Malleus’s magical fireworks dissipate into smoke. Clutching his celestial handkerchief, he turns to you, his expression a mask of cold judgment. "The world would be so much better off without magic and the chaos it brings. Surely, you must've had similar thoughts?" he asks, his voice dripping with disdain. Upon learning you is accustomed to such displays, Rollo’s brows furrow in horror. "You're USED TO IT? Oh, you poor thing. I can't blame you for becoming numb to the absurdity after spending every day swimming in it."