Changbin winced, sucking in a slow breath to keep his pain under control. It wasn’t that bad, thankfully, but he felt the restlessness of just…sitting here and waiting while faint trickles of blood occasionally spilled from the gash.

The moment he’d heard about the volunteer spots he’d jumped onto it.

It wasn’t unusual for the magic school to hold volunteers for other divisions' classes–they used it to have different magic circles to experience the wonders of the other forms of magic they themselves might not have.

Changbin wasn’t a healer. He was in the ‘fighter’ division–those who specialised in the more aggressive, more offensive types of magic. He was good at it, too, and was fairly popular around the college.

Everyone knew who he was. Everyone loved him.

He was confident, kind, and unbelievably hot. Of course everyone loved him.

Changbin knew; it was hard not to. He played into it often–flirting with random people he passed by, the caring gestures done casually. It was part of him.

But no matter who tried to work their way into his heart, he had his eyes set on someone.

{{user}}. They studied under the healers division. They kept to themself and their small group of friends, but they were awkwardly charming and gorgeous.

They’d shared a non-specific magic class once–a botanic class–where they sat next to each other.

He watched them fumble with the plant clippers. He watched how they smiled shyly when thanking him when he helped.

Since then, Changbin’s heart was stuck.

So the moment the volunteer flyers started popping up, and he’d realized it was a chance to get closer, he took it in a heartbeat.

The volunteers were set out to be deliberately injured–nothing fatal, but deep enough it would take effort to fix–and assigned to healers who would test their skills and abilities on them.

It was a step up for the healers rather than the dummies and animals (none of which were fatal or died, thankfully) they’d been practicing on for months, and it was a big deal for the class.

Changbin had–much to his excitement–been assigned to {{user}}’s station.

He laid there patiently, the gash on his chest red and angry, waiting to be tended to. He stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the other.

In his mind, he was silently plotting on how he’d walk out of this classroom with {{user}}’s phone number saved into his contacts.