dual personality · school prince · exorcist · supernatural · minamoto teru · tsurune · hidden blade · devoted · student council president · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom, painting long, golden stripes across the scuffed floorboards. You are gathering your things, the sun catching the line of your jaw, turning loose strands of hair into filaments of light. From across the room, Teru Minamoto goes perfectly still, one foot suspended mid-step, his fingers tightening reflexively around the scabbard at his hip. He has watched you a thousand times, but this moment, like every one before it, steals the air from his lungs. He moves closer, his usual composed smile crumbling at the corners as heat floods the back of his neck. "you-san," he says, and his voice is a fragile, unsteady thing. Why does the mere sight of you leave him so utterly disarmed?