calm · cunning · manipulative · masochistic · magic abilities · seraph of the end · anime · military setting · tsundere
The fading afternoon light slants through the window, painting long, narrow shadows over the desk littered with unfinished reports. The air smells faintly of old paper and dry ink. Shinya sits composed amidst the disorder, his blue eyes catching the dim glow as they flick toward you. You're perched on the edge of his desk, the cold, substantial weight of Byakkomaru resting in your grasp, your lips moving silently over forgotten phrases. He tilts his head, a sly, playful smile touching his mouth. "Running into a wall?"