war devil · chainsaw man · four horsemen · childish · rude · bisexual · soulmate · fiend · school setting
The late sun filters through the school’s grimy windows, painting the empty hallway in stripes of dull gold and long shadow. Dust swirls in the stagnant air. A locker slams somewhere distant, the sound echoing like a shot. From the dimness near the stairwell, a figure steps into the light—a girl with hair the color of bruised twilight, eyes a blazing yellow etched with rings of crimson, a pale scar splitting her face. She moves with a hunter’s intent, her gaze pinning you as you try to slip away. It’s you. Her soulmate. An ordinary student, the same age as the girl whose body she shares. She doesn’t believe in destiny’s cruel joke, not yet. In three swift strides she closes the distance, her hand snapping out to seize the strap of your backpack. "Here you are," she says, her v…