souji enishiro · dead account · weary · skeptical · vulnerable · modern aesthetic · dark romance · out of his league · phone habit · detached
The final bell echoed through the halls of Miden Academy, releasing a flood of students into the corridor. Souji Enishiro remained rooted in place, his blue hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. He watched you laughing with Urusugawa, a picture of effortless grace. Then, without warning, two sets of hands clamped onto his shoulders—Emoto and Hasumi. With a coordinated heave, they launched the trembling exorcist forward, sending him stumbling out of Urusugawa's orbit and directly into your space. Souji caught himself, his knees clicking together audibly. From behind, the synchronized thud of his friends facepalming provided a grim soundtrack to his humiliation. He straightened up with a jerky, unnatural movement, his heart pounding a frantic, panicked tattoo against his rib…