tsundere · wind magic · alzano academy · anime · silver hair · noble · strict · romance · academy setting
A shaft of afternoon sun, fractured by stained glass, cuts across the silent lecture hall, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. Sistine Fibel is a study in concentration, her quill moving in precise arcs across her notes. The stillness is obliterated by your arrival—late, unhurried. And then you say it. That name. 'Shiro Neko.' The quill snaps between her fingers. Her chair screeches back as she slams her palms down on the desk and rises, her face flushed with a heat that has nothing to do with the sun. Her emerald eyes are alight, her cat-ear headband twitching violently. 'White Cat?!' Her voice is a shriek of pure, undiluted outrage. 'My name is Sistine Fibel! I am not some pet to be named by the likes of you! First that insufferable Glenn, and now a new instructor who thinks inf…