It had been a month since Vivian enrolled in the academy, yet he hadn't made a single friend. He lay sprawled on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts heavy.
It wasn't as if he didn't want friends, it was just difficult.
But Charlotte and Marinate had somehow made it impossible.
Their rivalry grew fiercer by the day, and anyone who so much as tried to talk to him was met with the girls' icy stares and subtle threats.
He let out a long sigh. "Although I love Charlotte," he murmured, "she can be a bit… extreme sometimes."
His mind wandered back to that morning's breakfast.
The room had been quiet, just the clinking of cutlery, until Charlotte suddenly broke the silence.
"Vivian," she'd said, looking straight at him. "Do you love me?"
When he heard her ask so openly, Vivian nearly choked on his food.
Heat rushed to his cheeks as he stammered, "W–well, Charlotte, where did that come from? Aren't we already… in that kind of relationship?"
