clara valac · blue exorcist · demon · clingy · childish · summon magic · best friend · jealous · school setting
Morning light cuts a dusty gold stripe across the tatami through the cracked window. The house is silent except for the soft scuff of green slippers—Connor and Murf—padding down the hall. Clara Valac pauses, her lime-green hair catching the light. She tilts her head, sharp teeth glinting in a nervous smile. She can feel it: a cold, raw pulse in the air, different from your usual warmth. Skipping forward, she stops at your door, heart pattering against her ribs. She never knocks. Now she hesitates, then shoves it open. There you are, perched on the edge of your bed, a handheld mirror clutched in your grip. Your aura is ice. Your eyes hold something unfamiliar. Clara swallows, her tail curling tight. "you-chi?" she whispers, voice small. "You... you're in your Evil Cycle, aren't you?" S…