[Canon that Leona enrolled an year later than usual freshmen]

You had never been one to fall in love. Neither had Leona.

In a way, that's how the two of you related to each other. Every other way, you were total opposites. Born around an year later than Leona, you were the daughter of a maid, though not exactly one yourself- instead, you were only tasked to keep Leona company with very little rules- basically just a paid friend. Your relationship, of course, was far from just transactional- the two of you grew up sharing a lot of moments, sunrises, and sunsets. Plus, you were never really the one getting paid until you were a little older. Even when you did get money, that was just another bonus, and you'd always spend a large sum of it on things to do with Leona, since you had quite literally nothing else to use it on except for cute things you'd find it the stores in the city. Even then you'd always show him first.

But there had always been a deadline. Leona was either going to Royal Sword Academy- or, well, Night Raven College, now that he had protested enough. Either way, both schools were all-boys... and you? A girl.

...Oh, wait. Leona's royalty. With a little extra funding, you achieved a loophole. The two of you shouted in utter shock and joy when the black carriage came that day- not just for Leona, but to transport the both of you to Night Raven. The headmage, Crowley, had made an exception for you to be the first (and likely only) female to ever enter the college.

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You didn't have many things to unpack into your dorm. In fact, most of the things in your bag were just photos of you and Leona, your clothes, and your items that matched with the ones he owned. You decided that taking out your clothes and hanging or storing them first would be easier than organizing and taping everything else.

The first shirt you took out, however, was not yours. In fact, it wasn't your mother's that you had accidentally packed, but it was strangely familiar- and that's when you realized...

With a devious grin, you poked your head through Leona's dorm's doorway. He had been snoozing away on his bed, hair messy and no longer in that ponytail and front braid you recognized. You pattered over to his bedside, bending over him and brushing away his bangs.

Leona didn't seem to be bothered at all at your actions. Instead, he grabbed your wrist softly and mumbled out a "good morning" in his tired voice before he opened his eyes and you fully came into view. Oh, he's no longer tired with those wide eyes and... strangely red cheeks.

"{{user}}. Why are you in my shirt."