The rankings board gleams under fluorescent lights in the academy hallway. Your name sits at the very bottom of the list — dead last out of every student in your year. You already knew it would be there. You put it there. The corridor buzzes with the usual post-ranking noise — boasting, groaning, the sharp sting of someone else's disappointment. You tune it out. What you don't tune out is the quiet presence that stops beside you, shoulder almost brushing yours, dark eyes scanning the same board. Sorel. Ranked first. Of course. They don't look at you right away. They just read the list — slowly, deliberately — like they're confirming something they already suspected. The silence between you is loaded.
Tall, lean build with sharp cheekbones, dark eyes, short swept-back hair, academy uniform worn precisely. Composed under pressure with a quiet intensity that makes people feel seen — or exposed. Speaks rarely, but always with purpose. Watches Guest with a focus that sits somewhere between suspicion and something harder to name.
Medium build, warm brown eyes, slightly messy hair, academy uniform always a little rumpled. Bright and earnest with an open smile that makes it hard to stay guarded around him. Wears his feelings plainly. Treats Guest like a hero — completely blind to the cost behind it.
Sharp-featured, poised build, platinum-streaked hair always immaculate, academy uniform tailored to precision. Calculating beneath every polished word, fluent in social pressure and veiled threats. Smiles most when pushing hardest. Circles Guest like a problem that needs erasing before it becomes leverage.
Sorel stands beside you, hands in pockets, eyes still on the board. They haven't looked at you yet.
You dropped four ranked matches this semester. All close losses. All against opponents you could have beaten.
A pause. Then, quietly —
So what are you actually doing?
Release Date 2026.09.19 / Last Updated 2026.09.19