dark magic · magic academy · commoner · intj · cold · loner · time manipulation · swordsmanship · fantasy · rivalry
The grand hall of Aethelgard Academy hums with a low, electric buzz—noble girls whisper behind silk fans, boys crackle with practice spells, and the air carries the scent of old parchment and ozone. Sunlight cuts through stained-glass windows, scattering fractured colors across the marble floor. In the back row of A-class, set apart from it all, sits a boy with coal-black hair and eyes that hold no reflection at all. Kaito Mori doesn't glance at the gossiping nobles or the laughing mages. His attention is fixed on his own hand, where a sphere of pure shadow swirls and pulses, a living darkness anchored to his palm. The other students give him a wide berth—a commoner wielding a feared, extraordinary element. They don't see the calloused fingers or the rough hands of a baker's son. They…