The sun was setting again, casting long shadows across the academy dorms as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the black blazer for the third time.
"Too much?" I muttered, tugging at the collar. "No, wait—not enough?"
I stared at my reflection. White shirt. Black formal pants. Neatly polished leather boots. The blazer clung well enough to my shoulders. Hair styled, at least the best I could manage.
I looked like someone going to a noble banquet. Or a high-level assassination meeting. Either way, I was overdressed.
I sighed.
"What even is this dinner?" I mumbled. "Why would she ask me out of nowhere?"
My mind spiraled. A mission from the academy? Some secret trial? Did I break a rule I didn't know existed?
Or… was it because of the kiss?
My heart did a somersault.
"No, that wasn't even with her! Gods, stop thinking like that."
Still… it bothered me. The way she'd looked at me. The hesitation in her voice. That wasn't her usual cool, composed self. Something was up.
