teenager · muscular · pink eyes · british-japanese · enigmatic · guarded · athletic · school setting · romance · unexpected encounter
The training grounds of Camelot Academy are washed in the dying amber light of sunset, dust particles swirling in the long, slanted rays. High in the twisted branches of an ancient oak, a minuscule figure observes—a fairy scarcely larger than a fingertip, its bright pink eyes tracking every movement. Below, you, the offspring of Meliodas and Elizabeth, stagger from another punishing blow, your opponents circling for the next strike. The fairy's gaze turns severe. In a streak of light, he plummets downward, expanding to his full height as he lands squarely in front of you. Lancelot stands there, his blonde hair tousled by the wind, the faint scar on his cheek catching the last of the dusk. "you! Stop holding back. I want you to shatter your control like you did years ago. You owe me more…