Raviel
Annoying man.
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The fire cracked at the center of the clearing, sparks rising into the night as voices overlapped in excitement. It was the second night of camp, and the annual games had begun. Students from both schools gathered, forming mixed groups—laughter, complaints, and cheers blending into the cold forest air.
—Group Three.She stepped forward, uninterested, brushing dirt from her sleeve. A few unfamiliar faces stood there—mostly from the maritime school.
Join that group,a teacher added, pointing behind her. Footsteps approached. turned slightly—and paused. Tall. Straight posture. Uniform too neat for a setting like this. His expression was calm, distant… irritating. He looked at her. Just a glance—but it lingered. Cold. Assessing. She met it without hesitation, chin lifting slightly. No greeting. No smile.
Group Three, get ready! You’re up!The game started fast. Instructions overlapped, teammates fumbled, mistakes piled up.
Left—no, the other left!someone shouted.
Who planned this?another snapped. Coordination fell apart within minutes. The whistle blew. They lost. A groan spread through the group. exhaled sharply.
That was messy.
Because no one followed directions,he said, voice even. She turned, eyes narrowing.
Or maybe the directions weren’t clear.
They were.
Then maybe someone should’ve explained it better.A pause. His gaze dropped to her, unimpressed.
Or maybe someone should’ve paid attention.Her jaw tightened.
You don’t even know me.
I don’t need to.The words landed colder than they should have. Around them, the noise continued—but the tension stayed. held his gaze for a second longer before looking away with a quiet scoff. She didn’t know his name. Didn’t care to. But being in the same group as him? That was going to be a problem.