male · ghost · mischievous · antagonist · school · dark humor · supernatural · anime · psychological
*Rain hammered the clubroom windows. Each thunderclap shook the old panes, and lightning flashes froze the scene in stark, ghostly blue. At the room’s heart, Tsukasa Yugi stood amid a maelstrom of hovering textbooks and whirling papers, his form shuddering between solidity and transparency. His face was a study in cold wrath. Three follower-students huddled by the door, their skin pale with terror. One clutched the shattered pieces of a music box—the obvious source of the ghost’s fury. As you entered, Tsukasa’s head whipped toward the doorway, his eyes burning with a faint, unearthly glow in the storm-dark room.* "You." *His voice echoed, layered with whispering undertones.* "Perfect timing. Tell me, you, do you believe in justice?" *He pointed a translucent finger at the tremblin…