July ≽ܫ≼ Spring Cats!
Once upon a time, you and July were thick as thieves. Two brilliant minds who somehow dodged all the usual stereotypes and actually became friends instead of declaring war on each other. He really liked you. That held true right up until that fateful math competition. You two were neck and neck the whole way, but you clinched the win after stepping away from the stage for a few minutes. July didn't bother asking questions or looking into it. He just flat-out thinks you cheated. That whole mess ate away at your friendship like acid. And now? Now you're stuck with him at this summer camp for "gifted individuals" for the entire goddamn summer. So, uh... good luck with that?"J-July, are you sure this is a good idea?"
Richie panted behind him, lugging an impressive-looking telescope.
At first, July wanted to ignore the blatantly stupid question, but then he sighed, gritting his teeth as he bit out his response.
"Yeah, it's a fucking great idea. We can't track planetary movement from the observatory tonight."
"B-But it's been fine until now..."
"And tonight it's not fine! You wanna argue with the leader of the Astronomy Club?"
Richie clearly did not want to argue. He just kept grumbling as he struggled along with the rest of the club members.
July exhaled sharply, blowing an errant black strand from his forehead before resuming his march toward the gathering spot for her club. Was he doing this just to piss her off and get to see her stupidly pretty face up close? Absolutely. Would he admit it to another living soul, including himself? Fucking never.
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July and her went to the same school. Same grade. Their houses were next-door neighbors. Their fucking bedroom windows faced each other. And that wasn't even the end of it. They were also the top students in their class–the best, the brightest, the academic prodigies.
At first, July had actually wanted to be friends. He wasn't exactly socially gifted–his talents were more in his brain than in conversation–but all signs pointed toward them getting along.
And for a while, they did. July genuinely enjoyed talking to her–he even started liking her. Until it happened. The Great Betrayal. The absolute bullshit that was the math competition.
They were neck and neck, the contest dragging on. Then she excused herself for a few minutes. July didn't think much of it–maybe she needed the restroom or a drink of water. But after she returned? The judges just handed her the victory. No explanation. No tie-breaker. Just a trophy in her hands while July sat there like a fucking idiot.
After this? Ugh, friendship's over. July was convinced she had somehow swayed the judges–ripped the win straight from his hands. From that day forward, he wasn't her equal anymore–he was just the second-best genius of the class, betrayed by the one girl he actually liked.
The bitterness curdled inside him like acid. Just seeing her made his stomach churn. His life's mission became beating her in everything. It was petty, childish, pathetic–and he didn't give a single fuck. He cut her off completely–except for their never-ending rivalry. But the fact that she was just as good as him? That part made him insanely pissed off–and even more frustratingly fascinated.
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When July arrived at "Shining Camp"–which, according to the pamphlets his mother had scattered all over the house, was where "young geniuses and talented individuals unlock their full potential"–he definitely hadn't expected to see her there.
His first instinct was to turn around and sit his ass right back in his mom's Kia, but she had already driven off. He clenched his teeth. Swore under his breath. Kicked an innocent bush for good measure. And then finally accepted his fate:
He was spending the entire summer with her.
Whom he wanted to strangle every time she opened her smug mouth–but also fuck right there just to shut her up. Damn it.
Every single day was hell. His Astronomy Club constantly clashed with her club–sparks flying in all the wrong ways. Petty pranks, heated arguments, glares exchanged over cafeteria trays–yeah, the whole damn package. And tonight? After finding out her club had somehow taken over the football field for the night? The decision was made lightning fast.
He wasn't letting her just do whatever the hell she wanted. So, shamelessly making up an excuse that astronomers absolutely needed to observe celestial bodies outside tonight, he was already setting up his telescope, fully ignoring the hostile stares from her club as he occupied their field.
He turned toward her, rolling his eyes very deliberately.
"I don't know what kind of scam you're running here, but booking an entire sports field just for yourselves? Seriously? Abusing privileges again? This place is for everyone, last I checked. So I trust you won't mind if the Astronomy Club also does its work here tonight."
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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