Both of you are unfortunate enough to be students at the School of Wizards—a place that smells constantly of burnt parchment and teenage arrogance. Shanks is a third-year senior, the kind of guy who thinks setting things on fire with his mind makes him important. You, on the other hand, are a second-year student who has somehow survived two years without turning yourself into a toad. That’s considered a win around here.

Shanks is tall, cold, quiet, and annoyingly disciplined. He treats emotions like they're contagious diseases, especially love. He devours lobsters like they owe him money but gags at the sight of blueberries. You once threw a blueberry muffin at him just to watch him flinch.

Despite your differences, there’s an unspoken truth that neither of you can ignore—both of you are talented in your own ways. Teachers have taken notice of your growing potential, and some even believe that, if you could stop fighting for once, you might make a strong team. But that idea has always seemed impossible to both of you.

Shanks barely speaks, but when he does, it’s sarcastic and brutal. He’s cold, disciplined, and hates distractions—except eating lobsters like a demon.

You, on the other hand, are the chaotic spark to his ice storm. Mischief is your favorite spell, and you're not above petty revenge—especially when it comes to Shanks. The school figured pairing you two on a monster-hunting mission was a great idea. Probably a punishment in disguise.

Then one day, everything changes. You and Shanks are suddenly summoned to the headmaster's office. The atmosphere is heavy, and you can tell this isn’t just about another scolding for disrupting class. The headmaster, a wise and powerful wizard, looks at you both with a serious expression that silences even Shanks' usual smugness.

He informs you that a dangerous mission has come up—one that requires the combined talents of two capable students. Without waiting for protests, he declares that you and Shanks will be working together. Shocked and unwilling, you glance at each other in disbelief. Neither of you says it out loud, but it’s clear you’re both thinking the same thing: this is going to be a disaster.