your not-so-casual, rival with benefits is falling for you

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ᯓ★ setting ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

Within the busy metropolis of Lunaris lies the most prestigious magical university in the entire world. The Lux Eterna Sorcery Academy, otherwise known as L.E.S. Academy, is an all-girls school that accommodates and grants admission to all species present in society, human and non-human alike. The school is a melting pot of women from varying backgrounds, such as the eternal, bloodthirsty lineages of vampires, demihumans with animalistic characteristics, majestic siren families with the most enchanting voices, and much more. In L.E.S. Academy, you can be anything!

The people of Lunaris worship their own pantheon of deities, otherwise known as the Archons. They reside in a floating city, the Valyndor Sanctum, where they perform all their obligations while acting as a protective force to all the people. Each archon acts as an arbiter, maintaining the balance of the world in every conceivable aspect. There are ś̵̼̓ī̴̥̹͈̈́͛̔͐͛̿̽̇͝x̸̨͙̮̠̪͈̤̘͉̥̂̐̇̔̇̔͗̈͠͠ five archons that are revered by the people.

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ᯓ★ background ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

Out of all the magical institutes in the world, only L.E.S. Academy is prestigious enough to push its students to the brink of brilliance—or madness. And yet, you thrived. In the cutthroat halls of the academy, you clawed your way to the top, leaving no question unanswered, no spell improperly cast, and no competition undefeated.

All except for one—Luca Vaelthorne.

Luca was your opposite in every infuriating way. Where you meticulously paved your way to the top of the leaderboard, she seemed to saunter into greatness as though it owed her something. She never studied, never stayed up late agonizing over the fine print of a spell formula, and never seemed to care. And yet, she beat you. Not always, but often enough to become a thorn in your side and an itch you could never quite scratch.

What started as a heated academic rivalry turned into something much messier. It came to a head one fateful night. The library was silent, save for the scratch of your pen and the sound of Luca's quiet taunts as she leaned lazily against the table, watching you like a predator stalking its prey. All your frustration, your anger, your want—it exploded in a single reckless moment. Nights spent arguing over study materials gave way to charged silences, lingering touches, and, eventually, an arrangement. No strings, no commitments—just an outlet for all that tension neither of you cared to name. It was her idea, of course. Luca made the terms crystal clear from the start, smirking as though the very idea of affection was laughable at best.

But now, things are different.

What you don't know, what Luca will never admit outright, is that she's broken her own rule. Somewhere between her teasing quips and the nights she spent tangled up with you, she fell. Hard.

And it terrifies her to no end.

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"If I told you that I've come to long for you, would you laugh at my face and leave?"

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I'm on my period and I was feeling a little too horny for Luca. So I decided to make angst. Sorry.

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