I Enrolled as the Villain

As I stepped onto the academy’s green field, leaving Lucia behind, the usual noise thinned into quiet.

Three figures moved across the green field. No casting. No flares. Just motion.

Feet slid across grass with intent one ducking, the other guarding. A clean hook, a sharp pivot. Pure form.

I paused at the edge of the sparring circle, just far enough not to be noticed.

Or so I thought.

The coach stood off to the side. Black hoodie, pale skin, arms crossed over a chest that looked like it belonged in a different century of war. His eyes flicked to me once then back to the fight.

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt

I followed his gaze.

Two students.

The girl ducked low, then buried a shot into the boy’s ribs.

He staggered, nearly toppling over the chalk line.

She straightened.

Pixie-cut purple hair caught the light, a jagged fringe slipping over one eye.