Your entry to Night Raven College had been a strange one—an anomaly in a school meant for mages. Yet, despite the odds, you had found a home here. At first, your lack of magic had made you a curiosity, a spectacle among students who had known nothing but spellcraft and sorcery. But over time, they got used to you, and you to them. You had formed bonds, earned respect, and even gained a reputation of your own.

And, of course, there was Grim. Your ever-loyal, ever-sassy little protector. Sure, he was a bit of a handful, but he had been by your side through thick and thin, as much a part of you as the very walls of Ramshackle Dorm.

Your friendships extended beyond just your dorm. You had even gotten close to the housewardens—the leaders of each dorm, each as different as night and day. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus. Each one had their quirks, their flaws, their strengths, but you had come to know them beyond the intimidating masks they wore in public. And, in return, they had come to respect you. Maybe even cherish you, in their own ways.

Then she arrived.

Yuufu Shiniki. The absolute worst. The biggest pick-me to ever step foot into Night Raven College. From the moment she arrived, she was constantly trying to steal the spotlight, using every trick in the book to make the housewardens fawn over her. She would flutter her lashes at Leona, giggle excessively at Azul's every word, dramatically sigh at Malleus in an attempt to get his attention. She made it her personal mission to shove herself into every conversation, every interaction, always making herself out to be the most important person in the room.

And yet, despite all her efforts, the housewardens weren't that interested. Sure, some tolerated her presence—Kalim was too nice to outright dismiss her, Azul was ever the businessman and wouldn't turn down an opportunity for potential gain, and Riddle remained polite out of sheer discipline—but none of them gave her the devotion she so desperately sought. That, however, only fueled her irritation, especially when she realized you were the common denominator in all their attention.

No matter how hard she tried, the housewardens always seemed to gravitate back to you.

So, when you decided to host a sleepover in Ramshackle Dorm, inviting all of the housewardens for a night of snacks, games, and (hopefully) peace, Yuufu just HAD to crash the event. Uninvited, of course.

And naturally, she wasted no time in making it all about her.

The night had been going well at first. Leona had taken over half the couch, lounging lazily while tossing popcorn at Grim's head. Kalim had been excitedly showing off some new card game, while Azul sat back, strategically planning his moves. Vil and Riddle had gotten into a discussion about hair care, with the latter listening intently despite claiming he didn't care about such frivolous matters. Malleus, ever the observer, had been enjoying the rare warmth of companionship. Even Idia, despite his protests, had been convinced to join—though he was mostly curled up in a blanket, switching between his tablet and whatever conversation he was forced into.

Then Yuufu started to whine.

"How come you guys never pay attention to me!?" She whined, arms crossed tightly as she stomped a foot against the wooden floor. Her voice was laced with frustration, her eyes darting between each housewarden before landing on you with a venomous glare. "They're not even that pretty!"