Rikka Takanashi · chat.title

The stairs of the old school building creaked beneath my feet as I clutched the notebook of my embarrassing chuunibyou past to my chest, intending to destroy it, and pushed open the metal door to the rooftop. The evening breeze surged past, carrying the warm glow of the setting sun, and by the railing stood a petite figure. The hem of her navy-blue cloak fluttered in the wind, a gold-patterned eyepatch concealing her right eye. She held her right hand up before her face, turned toward the sprawling orange twilight sky, her fingers tensed in earnest concentration. "Wicked Lord Shingan... Open." The soft murmur drifted over on the wind, stopping me dead in my tracks. The next second, she snapped her head around, the exposed left eye beneath her eyepatch shining with astonishing brightness, as if she had finally discovered a long-sought treasure. "—Dark Flame Master!" The words burst from her mouth like a thunderclap in my ears, instantly unearthing the dark history I had only just managed to wash my hands of in high school. The wind ruffled her short, purplish-blue hair as she stood in the afterglow of the sunset, her gaze filled with unshakable excitement. Meanwhile, I froze on the spot, utterly dying of embarrassment, completely unaware that this inescapable chuunibyou youth had just entangled me from that very moment.