Next Day
"Ouch… ahh…"
Max groaned as his eyes fluttered open, squinting up at the ceiling above him. It looked… expensive. Real expensive. Ancient patterns and intricate gold-lined designs curled across the surface like it belonged in a museum or royal palace.
"Where the hell?"
He slowly sat up, groaning again and rubbing his jaw. It still hurt. Like someone had sucker-punched him with the strength of a freight train.
"Just… what the hell hit me?" he muttered, half-yelling, half-whining.
Then he paused, hands sinking into the bed.
"…Damn, this is the softest thing my ass has ever touched."
The moment of bliss didn't last long.
Right in front of him, sitting quietly on a plush chair, was him the black-haired boy. Elbows resting on his knees, his face perched in his hands, staring at Max.
Like he'd been watching him sleep the entire time.
"AHHHH!" Max practically launched himself backward, falling off the couch in terror. "What the hell, man? You scared the living fuck outta me!"
The boy blinked, deadpan. "Good morning to you too, dumbass."
Memories rushed back like a punch to the brain. "Wait… You're that hairnest bastard!" Max accused, scrambling up and pointing a shaky finger. "You punched me! Right in the face!"
"Hairnest?! Again?!" the boy snapped, eyes twitching.
He stood abruptly, knocking his chair back. "You copper-looking piece of shit, if I get the chance, I'll punch you again! You think I forgot?I still owe you forty more! And don't think I've forgotten that you punched me first!"
"I HAD TO!" Max barked back, gripping his collar dramatically. "Do you even know that if I hadn't punched you, you'd have died in five goddamn pieces?!"
Max had no idea why, but just looking at this dude's face made him want to break something. Preferably that face.
The black haired boy jumper and grabbed Max by the collar, their faces inches apart now, voices rising.
"Oh please die and ME?! If it wasn't for me, your ugly ass face would've turned into a donut! A magic-roasted donut!"
"I SAVED YOUR LIFE, YOU UNGRATEFUL SON OF A—!"
"I DIDN'T ASK TO BE SAVED, JACKASS!"
The two of them rolled across the couch and onto the rug, wrestling like feral animals. Max tried to push him off, while the black-haired boy straddled him, fists clenching, both red-faced and yelling nonsense at each other.
Until
Creak.
The room's door opened with a gentle squeak.
In stepped Lysira.
She blinked.
The scene before her: the black-haired boy on top of Max, gripping his collar, their faces close enough to kiss. Max beneath him, one leg awkwardly bent, both of them panting from the scuffle.
And her gaze lowered.
Right on the crotch.
A single eyebrow lifted in bemused judgment.
"…Gentlemen," Lysira said coolly, clearing her throat. "I think I may have interrupted something."
Both boys froze.
Dead silent.
The black-haired boy's face went pale. Max turned a deep crimson.
"G-Get off me!" Max screeched, shoving him.
"I'M TRYING DON'T SHOVE ME THERE, YOU IDIOT!"
They scrambled apart like cats caught in the rain.
Lysira strolled further into the room, one hand elegantly twirling a silver pendant around her finger, her expression unreadable but absolutely amused.
"Well," she said, sitting down. "Now that the romantic tension has… calmed, I believe we should talk."
Both boys glared at each other, breathing heavily, still disheveled and glaring like mortal enemies.
Max rubbed his jaw. "I still say you owe me an apology."
"You're getting one after I finish the other forty punches."
"ALRIGHT CALM DOWN, YOU TWO!"
Lysira's voice cracked through the room like a whip. Her tone held no room for argument, no trace of amusement just sharp, commanding authority.
"You are currently in the presence of your PROFESSOR. Have some sense!"
Both boys froze on instinct.
"Both?" Max thought, confused. Wait, this guy's a student too? his eyes drifting toward the black-haired guy, who simply looked away with a huff.
Max decided to ignore it for now and focused on what the professor had to say.
He shoved that thought aside for now and looked back toward Lysira, who stood tall in her heels, dressed in a sharp Green colour long high slit robe that gave her an aura of elegance and danger. Her green eyes swept over them like a hawk inspecting fledglings.
She cleared her throat as both boys, now seated quietly on the bed, gave her their full if reluctant attention.
"Good," she muttered, almost to herself.
"I know a lot has happened with you two," she continued, pacing lightly. "And yes, we will get to all of it...Maybe."
She paused, her gaze falling squarely on Max.
Max felt sweat form instantly. Ah, crap. Here it comes. His sighed. Maybe she was going to scold him for using that giant spell? Or question how a 16-year-old could perform such insane magic with zero training? he thought proudly ofcourse.
I'm doomed. This is the part where she says I broke some ancient law and I'm gonna be executed or something... yeah narcissistic as ever.
He scratched his head, trying to look casual, but probably just looked like a very nervous porcupine.
What is she gonna say?!
Then, suddenly, Lysira's eyes softened a bit.
"Ahh, please don't look so nervous, Mr. Stormhart. Maybe you should drink some water."
She snapped her fingers with a quiet ping and a glass of water materialized mid-air, hovering gently in front of Max.
His eyes widened.
"Whoa… Flying magic?" he muttered under his breath, utterly fascinated. The way it floated, swirled gently without spilling a drop it was art. He wanted to geek out over it, but the moment was too intense.
"Thank you, Professor," he said instead, grabbing the glass and taking a generous sip.
Lysira smiled slightly, then continued.
"So, first of all, I would like to formally congratulate you"
Max nodded politely, sipping again.
"…Because you are no longer a virgin."
SPLAAASH!!
Max choked and spit all the water in his mouth straight across the room, and squarely onto the black-haired boy's face.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL!" the boy yelped, flailing backward as droplets dripped off his chin. "ARE YOU INSANE?!"
" THE HELL Ahhem, PROFESSOR?!" Max shouted, red-faced, clutching his chest like he was having a heart attack. "Sorry i think i heard something wrong maybe my head ahh?!"
Lysira blinked once, then tilted her head. "Oh? Did I say something strange?"
Max was still coughing, trying to recover, while the black haired boy growled, grabbing a pillow to wipe his soaked face.
"I think," Lysira said, stepping closer, arms crossed with academic poise, "you misunderstood what I meant."
She gave a small, deliberate smile.
"I meant, of course, that you are no longer a magic virgin, Mr. Stormhart. You've successfully cast your first spell."
A beat of silence.
"Oh," Max muttered, blinking stupidly. "Ohhhhhhh…"
He wanted to pointed at her and say. "You knew what you were doing." But he can't...Shes the professor sIghh.
As thinking what max was thinking Lysira gave a very smug, non denying shrug.
Max slumped back with a groan. "I almost died from embarrassment..."
Still too young for that, kid, Lysira thought to herself, smiling softly as she watched him.
"So... what is it, Professor? Oh, right
I've been meaning to ask where exactly are we?" Max glanced around the room curiously.
"You're in a special dormitory room within Soladors" Lysira replied. "Ah and I almost forgot to remind you both! Today is your welcome ceremony... and, of course, the sorting ceremony as well."
She suddenly straightened up, as if just remembering it. "It should start in about an hour or so."
wait whatttttt
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