Rei just wanted a roommate who didn't carry weapons in their pajamas.
Unfortunately, the universe had filed that request under "HAHA, NO."
Royal Magic Academy — Headmaster's Office. Rei sat nervously across from the Headmaster's desk, sipping chamomile tea with both hands like it might ward off the chaos. Across from him, the Headmaster—an aging archmage known for surviving six magical wars and three administrative audits—looked like a man facing his final boss.
"I've reviewed your housing application, Lord Rei," the Headmaster said, eyes twitching. "Normally, new students are assigned a random roommate. However, your situation is… unique."
Rei tried to smile. "I prefer the term cursed."
A knock echoed through the chamber.
"Enter," the Headmaster sighed.
A secretary stumbled in, pale and sweating, carrying a stack of glowing parchment that pulsed ominously like they were written in blood. Probably because they were.
"We… we've received five requests."
