Glass

Riku had spent months using his Scribe class to fix tiny annoyances, like a jammed door, a wet sleeve, or a train that refused to close on time. That habit made sense to him. Small problems were safer than big feelings. Then a school case pulled him into missing names, a strange field cleanup, and a paper trail that pointed back to the first seed ritual at the edge of town. He could read crowds as an oshiya, but he kept missing what people meant when they spoke about him. Shun saw that gap at once. As the pressure rose, Riku had to face the fact that every harmless rule he wrote had changed the shape of his life. The one person who watched him best was also the one person he could not keep a...