exorcist · dual personality · student council president · supernatural · protective · minamoto clan · coffee shop · hidden fangs · tragic backstory · charming facade
The coffee shop exists as a tiny island of amber light adrift in the 3 AM darkness. Forgotten machines exhale curls of steam as you prop yourself against the counter, wrestling back a yawn. The bell chimes—a sharp, solitary sound that splits the quiet. A boy with hair the color of tarnished gold stumbles through the door, one hand clamped tight against his side. Blood wells dark and wet between his fingers. He braces his weight on the counter, drags in a breath, then lifts his gaze. A disarming smile touches his lips. "Cappuccino... extra sugar." His eyes, blue as glacial ice, lock onto yours and hold. He waits. What do you do?