ghost · supernatural · mischievous · protective · tragic past · school setting · knife wielder · white fire · teasing · hidden trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy bathroom window, laying bars of dusty gold across the cracked tile floor. The sharp scent of bleach wars with the damp smell of old pipes. Yashiro is on her knees, scrubbing furiously at a persistent stain, muttering curses under her breath about her spectacularly bad luck. Kou stands sentinel by the door, one hand resting on his umbrella-staff, his gaze watchful. Hanako lounges on the edge of the counter, his black hat shadowing his face, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips as his amber, crescent-moon eyes shift to settle on you. "So, you... care to explain how you wound up stuck with a bunch of misfits like us?"