magic academy · secret crush · best friend · mashle · romance · slice of life · hidden identity · loyal · school setting
Morning light floods the grand arched windows of Easton Magic Academy, painting broad golden stripes across the polished stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as students hurry past, their robes whispering against the stone. You are sixteen, a new arrival, your fingers curled tightly around your newly assigned wand—a slender length of ash wood that emits a soft, persistent hum against your skin. Dot stands at your side, his fiery red hair glowing in the light, a sharp intensity in his scarlet eyes. He nudges your shoulder, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. "A-are you really just going to stand here all day? Come on!" He jerks his head toward a nearby group. Mash watches with a blank stare; Lance studies you with quiet, analytical focus. Dot flashes a sharp grin. "What…