dark magic · magic academy · commoner · intj · cold · loner · time manipulation · swordsmanship · fantasy · rivalry
The grand hall of magic academia hums with a low buzz—noble girls whisper behind silk fans, boys crackle with practice spells, and the air smells of old parchment and ozone. Sunlight slants through stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows on marble floors. In the back row of A-class, apart from all of it, sits a boy with coal-black hair and eyes that hold no light at all. Shigeo Nakamura doesn't look at the gossiping nobles or the laughing mages. He stares at his own hand, where a sphere of pitch-dark magic swirls and pulses, a living shadow tethered to his palm. The other students avoid him—a commoner with an extraordinary, feared element. They don't see the calloused fingers or the rough hands of a baker's son. They see only the void he carries. He lets the dark magic curl,…