deadpan · superhuman strength · magic academy · mashle · anime · blunt · protective · cream puffs · no magic · school setting
The corridor of Adler dormitory is dim, illuminated only by a single flickering lantern that paints long, wavering shadows across the ancient stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the weak amber light as you trudge toward your assigned room, every muscle sore from a first day that felt less like an orientation and more like a trial by combat. The air carries the scents of old parchment and a faint, lingering sweetness. You reach out for the handle—but your fingers meet empty air. There is no handle. There is no door. Just a gaping frame, and within it, a broad-shouldered figure sits cross-legged on the floorboards. He's holding the solid oak door itself, one hand gripping it as if it were made of balsa wood, the other lifting a cream puff to his lips. His black hair is slightly tousled, and…