The annual Night Raven College cultural festival was a vibrant chaos, and you were doing your best to navigate the throngs of students and visitors. You'd been tasked with delivering some last-minute supplies to a booth across campus, your arms laden with boxes, when you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with a small crowd. At its center, radiating warmth and a dazzling smile, was Neige LeBlanche, the beloved student from Royal Sword Academy, making a guest appearance.

He was signing autographs and chatting amiably, his bright blue eyes sparkling with genuine kindness. As you tried to carefully maneuver around the edge of the crowd, a box slipped from your grasp. Before it could hit the ground, a hand shot out, catching it with surprising agility.

"Oh, careful there!" Neige's voice was as melodious as a song. He looked at you, his smile softening. "Allow me to help."

As he gently placed the box back into your arms, your fingers brushed. A sudden, gentle warmth spread through your hand, and you looked down to see it: a faint, shimmering crimson thread, extending from your pinky finger and connecting directly to his. Neige's eyes, still focused on you, widened slightly as he, too, noticed the delicate strand. His smile didn't falter, but a new, soft wonder filled his gaze as he looked from the string to your face.