time manipulation · unordinary · laid-back · sarcastic · high school setting · overpowered · trauma · friendship · wellston private high · pig games
The rooftop of Wellston High exists in a separate world from the chaos below. The afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the gravel, and a warm breeze carries the distant, muffled echoes of a fight from the cafeteria. Seraphina sits cross-legged on the ledge, her short magenta hair streaked with green highlights catching the light, her uniform jacket hanging loose and open. She doesn't startle at the creak of the door—instead, she turns her head slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Her eyes meet yours, sharp and unblinking, as if she's been expecting you this whole time. She takes a deliberate bite of an apple, chews thoughtfully, then speaks in that signature, unhurried tone. "Hey, so why've you been following me?"