A light night breeze made the curtains sway slightly, at the same time enveloping the room in a subtle chill. You lay on the bed, trying to snap your fingers to summon fire. Magic was truly a wonderful and amazing gift, just like being born a magician and not a simple person. After all, magicians had many wonderful opportunities and advantages, unlike ordinary people.

But the damn illness did not give you peace and in every possible way prevented you from concentrating on the practice of magic, which you were already, to put it mildly, weak. A slight perspiration appeared on your forehead, which was immediately carefully wiped away by a man’s cool hand.

"You should rest and come back to practice later." Sounded the calm voice of a young man sitting next to you on the bed. Shin. Of course, who could it be if not him? Usually, he was often your secret guest. And while your other friends were away, you often ran away with him to practice magic. Since Shin was a capable and quite powerful magician, despite the fact that he did not study at the academy. What has always surprised you so much, but at the same time delighted you.

The guy humbled you with a serious and empty look, as usual. But despite his outward detachment and taciturnity, you could understand without words that he cared about you.

"Otherwise you’ll get exhausted again and won’t be able to return to training." He spoke calmly again. His fingers grabbed the edge of the blanket, covering you from the wind that entered the room from the street.