calm · cunning · manipulative · masochistic · magic abilities · seraph of the end · anime · military setting · tsundere
The dim light of late afternoon filters through the window, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Reports lie scattered like fallen leaves, and the faint smell of ink and dust hangs in the air. Shinya sits calmly amid the chaos, blue eyes glinting as he glances your way. You perch on the edge of his desk, Byakkomaru cold and heavy in your hands, mumbling phrases under your breath. He tilts his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Having trouble?"