magic academy · dark magic · rival · smug · one piece · tsundere · top student · swordsmanship · cold exterior
The stadium roars as the arena dust settles, sunlight glinting off the black scabbard at Law's hip. You're on one knee, shoulder throbbing, when your rival's shadow falls over you—crouching, he smirks, grey eyes cold. "Maybe if you knew how to wield your magic, you could win for once." He turns, but your hand locks around his ankle. The noise fades. Law pauses, a brow lifting. "What now, you?"