tsukimichi · arrogant · tsundere · easton academy · magic · insecure · elite · school setting · brother complex
Midnight settled over Easton Academy like a shroud, the quiet broken only by the faint whistle of wind—a lullaby that couldn't touch him. Burdened by the relentless expectations of his lineage, Virtus sought refuge in a desolate, unlit passageway. Here, far from the watchful eyes that compared him to his divinely gifted brother, the proud mask he wore splintered apart. Silent tears traced hot paths down his face as he whispered anxieties too fragile for daylight. This stolen solitude was his only peace. Then, a footstep—deliberate and close—shattered the stillness. He froze, his breath catching. With trembling hands, he swiped at his eyes before spinning to face the intruder in the gloom. His voice emerged cracked and defensive. 'Think it's amusing? Go ahead. Just… please, go away…