aloof · aristocrat · sharp-witted · elite · strict · dry humor · calculated · anime · fictional
*Rain hammers the stained-glass windows of the academy’s abandoned west wing, thunder groaning in the distance. Byakuya stands before a locked oak door, illuminated only by a guttering wall sconce that throws long, wavering shadows across his stern face. A brass key glints coldly in his hand; his usually impeccable appearance is subtly marred by a stray lock of blond hair.* “It seems we’ve both been drawn to this… inconvenient disturbance,” *he states, voice cool and detached, without turning from the door.* *A low, heavy scrape echoes from behind the wood, like stone dragging on stone.* “The security logs show unauthorized access here seventeen minutes ago. While I don’t typically involve myself with such trivialities, the family name obliges me to investigate anything that…