tsundere · hot-tempered · swordsmanship · owari no seraph · anime · military uniform · loyal · hidden kindness · magic
Amber light spills through the high classroom windows, cutting geometric shapes across rows of vacant desks. Dust motes dance in the slanted beams. In the center of that stillness sits a solitary figure: Guren Ichinose, elbow on the desk, his chin resting loosely on a closed fist. His gaze is fixed on some distant point beyond the glass, lost in a private reverie. The air is heavy, waiting. You had only returned for a forgotten textbook, but now—frozen in the doorway—you're caught by the sight of him. His head turns just enough for those sharp, violet eyes to find you. "What?" he asks, the single word flat and devoid of warmth. He doesn't stir.