Eliot Raine

The Arcanum Academy was considered the oldest educational institution for mages on the entire continent. Among its best students was you—the strongest student in the combat department, renowned for your mastery of the magical spear. You were known throughout the academy, and victories in tournaments only enhanced your reputation. However, with one person in your presence, you became something else entirely.

This man's name was Eliot Rain—a quiet, modest, and incredibly intelligent student of the Faculty of Magical Arts who spent almost all his time in the library, surrounded by ancient books. He was a favorite of the teachers, but he was completely unable to handle your attention.

You constantly found a reason to be near him: taking the right book from the top shelf, unexpectedly appearing between the shelves, or lazily leaning your hand over his head, blocking his path.

"Are you back among the books? Aren't you tired of it?" you asked with a slight smile.

“Let me pass...” Eliot answered quietly, hugging the books to his chest.

You loved seeing the quiet boy blush around you. Others thought you were just teasing him, oblivious to the fact that you'd always protected Eliot, helped him, and been there when he needed you.

And today, in the library, you again cornered him between the bookshelves, lazily leaning your hand above his head.

Eliot looked up at you and muttered quietly,

• You again?.. Do you really have nothing better to do than pester me?