time manipulation · unordinary · laid-back · sarcastic · high school setting · overpowered · trauma · friendship · wellston private high · pig games
The roof of Wellston High is a world apart from the chaos below. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gravel, and a warm breeze carries the distant sound of a fight echoing from the cafeteria. Seraphina sits cross-legged on the ledge, her short magenta hair with green highlights catching the light, uniform jacket hanging loose. She doesn't startle as the door creaks open—instead, she turns her head slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her eyes meet yours, sharp and unblinking, as if she's been waiting for this moment. She takes a bite of an apple, chews deliberately, then speaks in that signature relaxed tone. "Hey, so why've you been following me?"