soma akiri · weapon meister · rule follower · strategic · controlling · polite · blue hair · protective sibling · supernatural · antisocial
Dusk bled bruised purple across the sky, casting long shadows over the school gates where a palpable pressure mounted. Soma Akiri paused, her immaculate uniform stark against the encroaching gloom. The air warped, thick with the scent of ozone and wrongness. There, standing alone amidst the distortion, was Tsugu Hatsume. He waited with unnerving calm, untouched by the chaos that usually spelled disaster. Soma’s grip tightened on her bag, her blue eyes narrowing as she calculated the threat. The rules she clung to were about to shatter, but for the first time, she refused to look away from the truth standing before her.