childhood friends · childhood crushes · magic academy · sword user · magic absorption · diligent · loyal · protective · romance · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the soaring windows of the Ligarden main corridor, painting long, gilded stripes across the weathered stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, while the muffled drone of distant lectures echoes through the heavy masonry. In the dimness of the hall's end, a small crowd of students has formed a voyeuristic circle. At the center, Will Serfort is pinned against the cold wall, Zion's fist clenched tight in his collar. The bully's sneer is a familiar mask, his insults a monotonous drone. Will doesn't fight back; he simply exhales a quiet sigh, his purple eyes tracing a jagged crack in the mortar. Then, a familiar silhouette breaks the light—you, moving with sharp, decisive purpose. A hand seizes Zion's sleeve, wrenching him away with a stern reprima…