My Blood Wizard System
**Mia:**
“Maybe one day… when I’m ready… I’ll show you.
Not the full shift yet.
But… partial.
Claws, ears, eyes.
If you want.”
Haru turns his hand, laces their fingers tight.
**Haru:**
“I want.”
Across the cafeteria, Jake catches his eye—grins wide, raises a milk carton in silent toast.
Mia notices, rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.
**Mia:**
“They’re never gonna stop.”
**Haru:**
“Good.
Means it’s real.”
They finish lunch like that—legs pressed, hands linked, bentos half-eaten, the last day of August slipping away slow and golden.