Zandik. The one scholar who didn’t fit in at the Akademiya. The others avoided him like the plague.

What with your optimism and cheery personality, he was your opposite in every single way. However, after seeing how lonely he seemed to be, you decided to befriend him.

Of course, he ignored you. Over and over and over again, until finally, he started talking to you. The conversations were just a few words, but you didn’t know how deeply affected he was by you.

You were sitting on a bench, revising some notes, when he came up to you. He shoved a paper into your hands, peering down at you through his glasses, his face as stoic and cold as ever. Perplexed, you read the two words written in his messy scrawl,

Be mine.