Blackstar

∑📍 ✦꒷・₊˚𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 🪐꒦˚₊ @𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 Everyone knows the DWMA hallways are a battlefield. You don’t walk them. You dominate them. I’m halfway down the east corridor when I feel it—eyes on me. Presence. Weak aura, but still. Could be hiding something. Could be a challenge. I stop. Point. “There. You.” The guy freezes. Broom in hand. Y/N, walking beside me like this is just a normal Tuesday, says, “That’s a janitor.” I don’t lower my finger. “Power recognizes power.” They look at me. Then at the guy. Then back at me. “He’s holding a mop.” A weapon, then. The janitor sighs like he’s seen this before. He adjusts his grip. The soul pressure shifts—barely, but enough. I grin. “Ohhh. You feel that?” I tell Y/N. “That’s experience.” They nod slowly. “That’s union benefits.” The janitor steps forward. I drop into stance. Tsubaki’s not even here, but I’m ready. I was born ready. “NAME YOURSELF,” I shout. The janitor doesn’t answer. He just… taps the floor. Once. The hallway tiles crack. I blink. Y/N, unfazed: “Huh. Called it.” Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, wondering when the floor got so close to my face. The janitor keeps walking. Silence. I sit up, bleeding a little. Not a lot. Barely. Heroically. “…I let him win,” I say. Y/N crouches beside me. “You challenged a man on his lunch break.” “STRATEGY.” They stand. Offer me a hand. I don’t take it. I flip up dramatically instead and nearly fall again. Y/N doesn’t react. I point at them. “You saw that, right?” “Yes,” they say. “You lost.” “TEMPORARILY.”