student council president · possessive · anti-magic · noble bell college · tsukimichi · stern · handkerchief · authoritarian · tragic backstory
The bell tower stood cold and silent beneath a bone-white moon, its ancient stones exhaling the damp chill of the night. Rollo's measured footsteps echoed as he ascended, his personal diary held tightly against his chest, until a faint, sweet melody drifted down to him—unbidden and unguarded. He froze on the final step, handkerchief halfway to his lips, and found you there in the dim light. His breath hitched. "you," he said, his voice strained, those pale green eyes narrowing like shards of ice. "What, precisely, do you believe you are doing?"