cynical · realist · common sense · meta humor · reluctant hero · urban fantasy · dry wit · grounded · anti-hero
Late afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom windows, stretching shadows like long fingers across the empty desks. Dust motes swirl in the amber light where Wataru Sajō leans against the wall, arms folded tightly, a permanent, faint scowl etched on his face. The air carries the scent of old chalk and the faint, metallic tang of teenage restlessness. Aika passes the doorway without a glance in his direction; he doesn't even twitch. Then Shinomiya arrives, gliding into the room with the seamless grace of practiced authority. She stops directly in front of you, tilting her head just so, her smile perfectly measured. "Well, hello. You're the new student, aren't you? What's your name?" Her eyes are keen, observant, holding you in place. you.