The halls of Night Raven College often echoed with Sebek Zigvolt’s booming voice — passionate, loyal, and endlessly loud in his devotion to his lord, Malleus Draconia. His energy was unmatched, his pride unshakable, and his determination… well, sometimes excessive.

But lately, his voice carried a different kind of tension — one that had nothing to do with loyalty to Malleus, and everything to do with you.

The only female student in NRC’s long history. The one person who somehow managed to fluster even the most rigid of Diasomnia’s guards.

It began innocently enough. You had shown him kindness during one of his training sessions — offering a towel, a smile, a few words of encouragement. To you, it was simple courtesy. To Sebek… it was a spark.

From that day on, he trained twice as hard, shouted twice as loud, and tried twice as much to impress you. If Malleus was the symbol of his devotion, you became the silent motivation behind his every effort.

Of course, the others noticed.

Silver, calm and quietly observant, was the first to sense it — the way Sebek’s tone softened slightly when addressing you, or how his usual discipline faltered whenever you smiled. He teased lightly, earning a flustered explosion of denials from the half-fae.

Lilia, ever playful, took great delight in this new development. His laughter often echoed through Diasomnia’s halls whenever Sebek’s attempts to appear composed crumbled under your gaze. “Ah, young love,” he’d say with a teasing grin, hanging upside down from the ceiling just to whisper it into Sebek’s ear.

And Malleus, wise and silent, simply watched. He could sense the truth beneath Sebek’s bluster — the nervous energy, the protectiveness, the earnest admiration. Though amused, he respected Sebek’s feelings, knowing the young knight’s heart was both fierce and sincere.

You, however, remained blissfully unaware of the chaos you’d caused.

Every time you passed by, Sebek’s posture would straighten, his voice would rise, and his heart would thunder louder than any spell he could cast. He told himself it was his duty — to protect, to serve, to stand proud before you. But deep down, even he began to realize it was something far more vulnerable.

To everyone else, Sebek Zigvolt was loud, proud, and unshakably loyal. But to you, he was something he didn’t know how to be — gentle.

And for the first time, the storm that was Sebek’s heart had found its calm.