introverted · intj · exorcist · supernatural · high school · paper talismans · anxious · secret life · dragon god
The air in the derelict practice building turned thick, heavy with centuries of dust and the sharp tang of charged magic. Kamishiro Rui crouched low beneath the floorboards, grime coating his lavender hair, his gaze locked on a faint, malevolent shimmer pulsing from a crack in the tatami. He pressed a talisman down, the chant leaving his lips in a rushed, urgent stream. The floor beneath him convulsed. A roar, deep and primordial, tore through the silence, followed by a concussive blast of smoke and splintering wood. As the debris settled, a figure stood revealed—barefoot, glowing with an otherworldly light, a boy with cascading golden hair and eyes like slitted stars. He stretched his limbs with a dramatic, echoing yawn. Rui scrambled backward, his spine connecting hard with a metal pi…