A Fallen Prodigy.
It was a title given to someone at the peak of their talent, losing their strength, leaving behind nothing but a husk of thier former self.
And no one cared about such fallen prodigies, only serving as topic of discussions and someone to be joked about.
After all, that was what the people below always liked, dragging those higher than them into the mud.
Regardless, he wasn't the old Rayce, he already guessed it had something to do with the high nobles.
But that changes nothing!
There's no way to get out of this predicament!
Even if he was in the body of the honors student, a magic prodigy, he knew nothing about in and of itself.
And worse yet, he had begun to notice movements in the girl next to him.
She's about to wake up!
His inner voice yelled at him, warning him about the imminent problems the moment she awoke.
If I am not wrong, in such a situation, they will raid here with the student council president right when she's awake to get the most optimum results.
After all, she would be in utter confusion after everything that transpired, similar to him right after he woke up.
However, the solution to is was simple as well.
Let's wake her up now.
Knowing of no other solution, he hesitantly reached for her, to shake her up, but retracted his hands at the last second.
Is this even right?
In his past life, sure, he was a thief, but he was a bloody virgin!
And now, he only had vague memories of last night, causing him a great deal of hesitation in touching her.
It felt soft...
The sensation of accidentally touching her caused a reaction in his lower brother as he cursed, "Shit! What're you getting excited about!?"
He couldn't care less about anything and directly shook her up, touching her bare shoulder.
It's so smooth... and supple.
Her skin felt as if it would absorb his hand in it, but luckily, the thought of touching a girl for the "first time" still made him nervous.
Whatever happens will happen. It ought to be better than being called a fucking rapist!
Yes, all his actions were to prevent that label, or else, his life would be ruined when he wasn't the one who did anything.
All he got were vague memories, making him all the more frustrated and he vowed to take revenge on whichever bastard put him in this situation.
First things first, he had to get out of this predicament.
"Zal," he accidentally called out how he had affectionately taken her name last name when shaking her.
What am I doin!?
He felt like slapping himself for such a mistake before fixing his mind on the name, "Zarael."
Of course, they were friends and he usually called her Zael, but he feared the after effects from last night.
What if he called her Zal or Zar like last night and someone entered?
He'd be deader than dwad then.
So he chose the safe option, shaking her shoulder using only his index finger, "Zarael, wake up."
Despite his best tries, she just groaned, tossed and turned, ignoring him as if she was in deep sleep.
The situation couldn't help but elicit a question within him: Does sex give such a good sleep?
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to get an answer to that and focused on waking her up.
"Zal!"
"Zar!"
"Zael!"
"Zarael!"
He shouted every name he remembered associated with her yet all she did was scrunch her face and turn her back to him.
Even in the low light, her long, flowing, and iridescent purple hair with hints of silver were as beautiful as they were during the day.
Thanks to her tossing and turning, the sbedsheet was slightly lower than earlier, revealing her milky skin eith a subtle lavender undertone.
Gulp
He gulped unconsciously, the memories from the night before swarming his mind.
Catching a good look, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Makes sense this guy is so excited," he muttered, looking at his groin.
She was slender but athletic with a graceful prsence. And nothing of it could be hidden even as she slept casually.
Still, he knew better than to let loose and restrained himself from doing something.
"Zal, wake up, or else..."
He threatened in a low tone, next to her ear, making her shiver and her earlobe entered his open mouth.
His mouth closed reflexively, biting hard, causing her to wake up with a yelp of pain, "Argh!!"
She instantly turned around, pulling her head back from the threat.
"Ray...ce?" She muttered in confusion, unable to understand what he was doing here.
"Am i dreaming?" She mumbled, her face scrunching up, which increased Rayce's hearbeat as he looked at her.
So cute!
He couldn't resist calling her cute, she was the epitome of it! The whole definition of cuteness, at least in his eyes.
Composing himself, he was about to speak when she interrupted him, "Zael-"
"Huh? Where's my clothes?"
At this point, he wisely shut up, distancing himself slightly, not wanting to answer her.
"Argh," she suddenly groaned as her expression fell when the memories from last night reignited.
Her entire face flushed red at the memories when she finally noticed the bed sheet was only covering her till her abdoment.
In a hurry, she pulled it over, covering her chest with it.
"Y-you...! W-what...?"
She could only stammer and not think of anything at the moment, her mind wondering the implications of this situation.
Rayce also composed himself, trying to keep his calm despite her super cute face!
Her bright, lavender-colored eyes with a hint of sparkle and purity were shaking, causing his heart to tumble around as well.
"Zael, look, it's not what it looks like," Rayce began, trying to explain as she listened despite her trembling lips and moist eyes.
"I-I don't know what really happened, but I just woke up as well..."
Shit! I almost gave myself away!