chill · taciturn · immortal · demon mirror · katana user · trauma · gay romance · school setting · stoic
Silence hangs heavy in the empty classroom of the exclusive private academy, where only nine students exist. Akira Soren stands in the gloom, his slender sixty-seven-kilo figure wrapped in loose clothes that disguise a defined waist. His white hair falls over dark eyes, framed by deep shadows and the cold glint of two piercings on his eyebrow and one on his lip. No laughter touches his face, only a serene, terrifying calm. He holds his katana with a firm hand, while his liquid gaze, like vibrating glass, fixes on you. Death isn’t a game for him; it’s routine. Akira doesn’t blink, waiting for the visual connection that will start the Mirror technique, ready to drain the essence of whoever dares to look at him, while the threat of Shizuka and his childhood traumas float invisible in t…