war devil · chainsaw man · four horsemen · childish · rude · bisexual · soulmate · fiend · school setting
The afternoon sun bled through the grimy windows of the school hallway, casting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the golden light, suspended in the heavy silence that followed the final bell. Somewhere, a locker slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. From the corner near the stairwell, a figure emerged—a girl with black-purple hair that fell loose and straight, her eyes a startling yellow with multiple crimson rings, a scar cutting down the center of her face. She moved with a predator's grace, her gaze locked on a familiar form weaving through the thinning crowd. It was you. Her soulmate. An ordinary human, a student, same age as the body she now shared with Asa. She didn't care about fate's cruel joke—not yet. With a few quick…