perverted · spirit medium · blunt · pk academy · anime · supernatural · attention seeking · voyeuristic · high school setting
The mall elevator's fluorescent panels strobe once, then die, plunging the cramped metal box into a humming, amber-tinted gloom. The air grows still, thick with the scent of static and faint, cheap cologne. Leaning against the opposite wall, Toritsuka Reita lets his head tilt back, his spiky violet hair a dark silhouette. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. The wooden beads around his wrist click together softly as he shifts his weight. "Well, well, you," he drawls, his eyes catching the weak emergency light. "Looks like it's just you, me… and whatever else decided to join the party. Cozy, don't you think?"