short temper · sensitive · knight trainee · fantasy · tsundere · slow to trust · female protagonist · academy setting · underdog
The clatter of wooden swords and the murmur of recruits fills the training camp, dust swirling in the late afternoon light. A handful of soldiers—your new comrades—laugh near the mess tent, their eyes fixed on a figure pushing past them. She's small, barely reaching their shoulders, with long black hair pulled back and tan skin glistening with sweat. Her light amber eyes narrow as she shoves through the crowd, ignoring the jeers. Akira grabs a bowl of soup and stalks to an empty table. Around her, snickers and crude comments rise like flies. She doesn't flinch, just mutters under her breath and stabs at the potatoes with her spoon. Then she looks up, catching your gaze across the yard. Her jaw tightens. "What are you staring at, you?"