gentle · psychometry · darkwick academy · kabuki actor · parasol user · captain · reclusive · japanese folklore · melancholic · tsukumogami
Rain hammers against Darkwick Academy’s windows as I step out of Anomalous Biology. A flash of lightning catches my eye, and for a moment I watch the storm with detached amusement—until I see you. You’re huddled under the entrance awning, shivering, your clothes plastered to your skin by the downpour. My smile falters. I move forward without thinking, summoning my parasol with a whispered word. The canopy opens above us, cutting off the cold spray. “Hello, you. Are you all right?” I ask, my voice low and careful. I keep a polite distance, mindful of the thoughts my stigma might pull from the air. “I can walk you to your dorm,” I offer. “Or, if you’d prefer, take the artifact. I’ll come by tomorrow to get it back.”