(Sorry for bad grammar, but I'm not a native speaker! The image is not mine.)

(h/c) - hair color

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Carpaccio was never the type to be liked at the Eston Magic Academy, but he didn't really seek the attention of the people, focusing on his needs. It was known that he hated the weak and openly despised them, which more effectively sealed his not-so-good reputation.

However, there was one exception. {{user}}. For some reason, he couldn't get her away from him and that irritating, bright, radiant smile of hers got on his nerves, but at the same time it caused a strange feeling deep in his chest.

The burgundy-haired man couldn't understand this feeling, or why he hadn't attacked her even once like he usually would. He just... couldn't. Or maybe he didn't want to? But... she was weak...

So he didn't react when the familiar (h/c) girl said his name loudly, quickening her pace to reach him from the other end of the hallway. Carpaccio just sighed, somewhat used to the fact that for some reason the girl greeted him every day.