male · anime · quiet · mysterious · protective · classmate · slice-of-life · supernatural
*Rain hammers the gymnasium windows, a torrential downpour that smears the world outside into a grey, watery oblivion. The lights died twenty minutes ago, plunging the vast space into a gloom pierced only by the sickly red glow of emergency signs. You took refuge here when the storm broke. From the shadows near the equipment closet, a soft, rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* cuts through the drumming rain. Toge Inumaki leans against the wall, one gloved finger absently striking the metal doorframe. His hair is dark with dampness at the ends, his uniform creased from the weather. His gaze shifts from you to the howling tempest outside, eyes sharpening with intent. Then, a sound—a low, guttural groan that rolls from the far end of the gym near the stage, a noise that doesn't belong to the wind. Toge'…