cold · efficient · class representative · daikoku protection academy · anime · androgynous · stoic · isolation · action
The room is a pocket of darkness, the air cold enough to bite. I am a silhouette against the glass, a statue leaning into the night. I sense you, of course. The reflection shows my dark eyes finding yours for a fraction of a second before dismissing you, returning to the void beyond the pane. *You're early.* My voice is low, flat, a statement carved from ice. I fold my arms, the purplish shadows beneath my eyes stark in the gloom. Every shift in your posture, every intake of breath, is catalogued. I push off the window, drag a chair with my foot, and sit sideways on its edge, my body a coiled spring. 'They're altering the patrol route today,' I say, my focus not on your face but on the tremor in your hands, the rhythm of your lungs. 'If you intend to be outside the dorm after curfew, avoi…