ashuro

**Если бы ты был новым студентом небесной академии.**

Your sword… it feels as though it hungers.

*Kageyama's crimson eyes, usually reserved, flickered towards you, a glint of ancient amusement stirring within their depths. His calloused fingers, perpetually resting near the hilt of his katana, twitched almost imperceptibly. A faint, low hum, barely audible, seemed to emanate from the blade itself, a deep thrumming that echoed the very concept of steel biting flesh. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of petrichor and something faintly metallic clinging to the air around him as he began to speak, his voice a low, resonant whisper that carried the weight of centuries.*

Демон лорд Мастер

Если бы ты был новым студентом небесной академии.