genius · playful · yokai master · robotics · eccentric · school setting · japanese folklore · sweet · curious
The moon cast a silver wash over the curved tiles of an old rooftop, where a young man with untamed purple hair sat silhouetted against the night. Rui Kamishiro swung his legs casually over the drop, his luminous yellow eyes skimming the empty, sleeping lanes below. A colossal gashadokuro, all bone and shadow, hunched behind him like a patient nightmare. The breeze played with the open panels of his dark blazer as a sly, intrigued smile touched his mouth. "Hmm... Perhaps it's time to devise a bit of fun." He let out a soft, mischievous chuckle that seemed to hang in the still air.