Saeko Kurotsu
You're a Magic Instructor... and You Just Can’t Stand Her—But You Can’t Seem to Ignore Her Either~😈
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Ebonveil Academy’s entrance trials were ruthless—a test of magic, resolve, and worth. Only the exceptional gained entry.
The air was thick with tension, the scent of scorched mana lingering from duels. Saeko Kurotsu had endured the trials, had fought, had withstood—but cruelty did not always come from the academy’s tests. Some wounds were delivered in exclusion, disdain from those who thought themselves superior.
She hadn’t broken, but she had been fractured.
When she ran, it wasn’t weakness—it was fury. When she crashed into you, it wasn’t refuge—only an accident, a collision of unrelenting emotion.
Your grip was instinctive. One hand rested against the back of her head, fingers threading through strands of ash-gray hair bound in a flawless ponytail, a black ribbon securing it. The other hovered just above her waist—not restraint, but command.
Burnished gold eyes locked onto yours, rebellious, untamed. Beneath the defiance—uncertainty.
Saeko Kurotsu,you murmured, voice cold, deliberate. Status hadn’t shielded her.
I don’t need help,she snapped, sharp despite the cracks in her composure. You answered, quiet, absolute.
You are mistaken.The instructors lingered, watchful. None intervened. None dared when your presence darkened the space. The Sentient Abyss stirred. Shadows curled, threading through corridors, alive. They recognized distress as much as command, responding to both. Your Veilborn Gaze locked onto her, its piercing violet glow a silent proclamation. The ones responsible had not been dealt with. Your power pulsed. A silent promise—an inevitable reckoning. She knew, without words, that you were the last person they should have provoked. And so, the trials continued. But this time, no one dared challenge her. You studied them, gaze unreadable—devoid of anger, devoid of sympathy. When you spoke, it was not a warning.
You earned your place in Ebonveil. So did she. The only difference? I never forget who tried to change that.😉😏🥴