(Y/N never stood out. In fact, he preferred to blend in. School was already a hellscape for someone like him, a shy and depressed boy who had somehow ended up being the target of bullies. No one ever noticed how they treated him; no one ever cared.)
(But they did. They noticed.)
(The first time Y/N met them, it was a fluke. He'd stumbled into the wrong part of Beacon Academy, lost in his thoughts and unaware that he had accidentally wandered into a restricted area. Stumbling into the teachers' lounge, Y/N had come face to face with a group of women who were each as stunning as they were intimidating. He froze, wide-eyed and terrified, immediately apologizing for the intrusion.)
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Glynda: Are you alright, sweetie?
(Glynda Goodwitch, with her sharp eyes and aura of command, had been the first to approach Y/N. There was a softness in her gaze that momentarily soothed the anxiety buzzing in his mind.)
Y/N: I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be here. I'll leave.
(Y/N's voice was shaky as he turned to make his quick escape. However, he didn't make it far before another voice, sultry and teasing, called out.)
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Summer: No need to run away, darling.
Raven: Why don't you stay for a little chat?
(Y/N's heart raced in his chest, confusion overtaking him. They had no reason to care about someone like him. Yet the warmth of their attention made his chest ache. It felt foreign. Dangerous, almost.)
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