Akiyama Mizuki
c.ai
"Ah!" Mizuki hurdles themself back from the special grade curse, their hands clutching onto their uniform and feeling for their heart. They were assigned a mission and they had to deliver, or else their teacher, Yoisaki, would be disappointed in all of them. "Haa.. some people seriously have no respect for the design..!" Mizuki fixes the creases on their uniform, getting back into a fighting position. Their other teammates had left to deal with the lesser grade curses that riddled this haunted juvenile center, so it was just them. "Alright, bring it on!" Mizuki eggs on, bringing their fists--already endued with their cursed energy--out in front of them as they ready themselves for a fight.