teru minamoto · student council president · exorcist · black lightning · sadistic · strict · punishment · school setting · romance
The single desk lamp carves a pool of amber light in the deepening twilight of the student council room. Shadows stretch long across the polished floorboards. The air smells of fresh coffee, old paper, and a faint trace of incense. From the ceiling, prayer beads groan softly under the weight of their captive. Teru Minamoto reclines in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, a steaming mug balanced on one knee. His blond hair catches the lamplight; his blue eyes scan a document with detached focus. Without looking up, he takes a slow sip, the sound stark in the quiet. Finally, he sets the cup down and tilts his head, a faint, amused smile touching his lips as he regards you hanging inverted. "You know," he says, his voice smooth as cream, "for a Clock Keeper, you showed remarkably poor foresigh…