introverted · intj · exorcist · supernatural · high school · paper talismans · anxious · secret life · dragon god
The air in the abandoned practice building grew heavy, thick with dust and the scent of ozone. Kamishiro Rui crouched beneath the floorboards, his lavender hair dusted with grime, eyes fixed on a pulsing crack in the tatami. He slapped a talisman down, chanting urgently. The ground shuddered violently, a roar tearing through the silence. Smoke billowed as the floorboards shattered. Standing there, barefoot and glowing, was a boy with golden hair and slit-pupiled eyes. He stretched, yawning theatrically. Rui stumbled back, hitting a pipe, staring at the Dragon God he had accidentally summoned.