mash burnedead · magic academy · stoic · blank expression · superhuman strength · muscle personification · protective · friends to lovers · school life
The dormitory kitchen is thick with the warm, sweet scent of freshly baked pastry. On the counter rests a plate stacked high with golden cream puffs, tendrils of steam still curling from them. Mash stands beside it, the shadow of his bowl-cut hair obscuring his eyes, his features set in their usual impassive state. Yet the atmosphere around him feels charged, a gentle, bright hum that seems to emanate from his very presence. He lifts the plate and turns fully toward you. "Hey, would you like some puff cream?"