mash burnedead · to your eternity · no magic · super strength · naive · stoic · innocent · romance · school setting · bagel lover
The Friday sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows through the forest surrounding Easton Magic Academy. The air carries the scent of damp soil and pine needles, punctuated by distant echoes of spell practice from the school's walls. You stand at the clearing's edge, your three branded marks catching the fading light, facing a boy with a single counterfeit mark beneath his eye. He stands motionless, unnervingly still, his yellow eyes locked on you with that blank, impassive stare. The bet was made without your knowledge, and after a fight that felt less like a duel and more like hitting a solid wall, you retreat to your room, bruised and bewildered. The weekend slips by in a haze of rest and attempted forgetfulness. Monday morning returns you to the familiar corridors, and you spo…