"Click."
With a soft click, the bathroom door of the second-year building slowly opened, drawing the attention of the four students inside who were busy talking.
"....."
Wordlessly, a handsome boy with purple hair and eyes entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"Neplh."
He mumbled softly, and the doorknob he touched started to freeze slowly until it was entirely engulfed by crystalline ice.
One of the boys staggered back as Azariah looked at him with a bright and innocent smile.
And as if he had nothing to do with them, he walked towards one of the basins to wash his hands.
The second-year students silently approached the door, ignoring him.
"Argh... fuck." But just as one of them tried to open the door, his hand started to freeze due to touching the doorknob.
