Your classmate is unreachable. He’s always so focused on his magic studies, he doesn’t even talk to anyone, much less make friends. He seems like the loneliest boy at school. Except he’s not. He has you. Your relationship has been secret for months now, consisting of lustful glances and stolen moments in the night. Neither of you tell a soul. One night, the common room is empty, save for him pouring over his books, seemingly frustrated.