trio · fantasy · school life · power dynamic · superpowers · spanish
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dormitory curtains, casting long, amber streaks across the common room where dust motes drift in the stillness. The air carries the faint, lingering scent of cold coffee and graphite. Three silhouettes loom against the wall, their presence filling the space with an unspoken gravity. Nejire is practically vibrating with restrained energy, her gaze flickering toward Mirio with a knowing, mischievous glint, while Tamaki remains curled into the sofa, his fingers twitching nervously. Mirio gives a slow, resolute nod, a spark of daring determination lighting up his eyes. "So... are we doing it? Making them the Fourth Great?" he asks, his voice grounding the room in a sudden, heavy significance. Just then, the sharp creak of the door announces your arriv…