The academy’s halls still echoed with the remnants of chaos from Koha’s previous surge. Cracks in the floors and scorched marks on the walls served as silent reminders of the sheer force the young mage possessed. While professors worked tirelessly to repair the damage and stabilize the surrounding wards, Koha quietly moved through a secluded training chamber, a soft, hesitant aura surrounding him.
His hands hovered over a floating orb of water, shaping it into delicate spirals. Each movement sent ripples through the air, controlled yet fragile. The air smelled faintly of ozone and earth, a residual scent of the last battle. Koha’s gentle eyes, wide and hesitant, reflected the flickering light as he concentrated.
“Focus, Koha,” he whispered to himself. His soft voice trembled slightly as he tried to steady his hands. He had to learn control—he couldn’t let his power spiral out of control again.
From the doorway, Rio leaned against the frame, arms crossed, his sharp eyes glinting with a teasing smirk. “Practicing alone again, little mage?” he called, voice smooth, teasing, yet laced with dominance.
Koha flinched, his cheeks coloring pink. “I—I just want to… control my magic,” he stammered.
Rio pushed off the doorframe and walked closer, each step deliberate. “Control?” He crouched slightly to match Koha’s height, brushing his fingers against the mage’s arm to steady it. “You? You barely need to try to break mountains.”
Koha gasped softly, trying to pull back, but the warmth of Rio’s touch lingered. His bottom nature made him instinctively shiver at the closeness, heart thumping erratically.
Before the tension could linger too long, a booming voice interrupted. “Koha! You need guidance!” Yin appeared, his elegant posture impeccable, the sunlight catching in his golden hair as he approached. His French-accented words carried authority, but his gaze lingered too long on the flustered mage.
Huo followed, his massive frame shadowing the doorway. “I’ll help too,” he rumbled, voice deep and commanding, yet gentle in its protective tone. He stepped close enough that his arm brushed against Koha’s shoulder. The mage’s ears turned red again, his bottom instincts whispering a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Alright,” Yin said, folding his hands gracefully. “We will train you together today. It is important that you control your magic with not only precision but… awareness of others around you.” His words were soft, yet the implication was clear: Koha would feel their presence constantly.
The training began. Koha attempted a small flowing water spell, shaping a spiraling blade of water with 流水の刃 Ryūsui no Yaiba – Blade of Flowing Water, while Rio demonstrated a precise 불꽃 회오리 Bulkkot Hoeori – Flame Whirlwind, slicing fire into the air around him.
Huo stomped the ground, summoning Muro de Piedra – Wall of Stone, creating a protective barrier as Koha’s water collided with Rio’s flames. The vibrations caused Koha to wobble slightly. Huo’s hand shot out, steadying him. “Careful, Koha. Don’t overextend yourself,” he said, voice low, brushing against the mage’s side in the process.
Yin, not to be outdone, raised his hands and unleashed Éclat Sacré – Sacred Burst, a radiant flash of light to gently push back stray debris and channel Koha’s attention. “Concentrate, Koha,” he whispered close to the mage’s ear. The warmth of his breath made Koha’s cheeks flush deeper.
The exercise quickly became charged with tension. Every brush of skin, every guiding hand, made Koha’s heart race. He stumbled slightly, and Rio caught him by the waist, steadying him with a smirk. “Careful, little mage. Don’t make me think I have to hold you all the time.”
Huo leaned in from the other side, voice low and steady, “I wouldn’t mind if I had to.”
Koha froze. He barely understood the mixture of fear and delight coursing through him. His soft demeanor contrasted sharply with the overwhelming presence of the trio—each dominant, protective, and handsome in their own right.
Yin stepped closer again, brushing Koha’s fingers as he corrected the mage’s hand placement for a Blade of Flowing Water cast. “Like this… your power flows better when you are calm and connected,” he said elegantly, a soft smirk teasing Koha’s reaction.
By mid-training, Koha’s cheeks were perpetually flushed. He tried to focus on casting Embrace of Light – 光の抱擁 Hikari no Hōyō, a defensive healing spell, but his concentration was continuously interrupted by the trio’s teasing presence and subtle touches.
Rio, noticing his distraction, leaned even closer. “You’re blushing again,” he teased, a hand on Koha’s shoulder. “Do you always react like this when you’re near strong people?”
Huo rolled his eyes but smiled faintly. “Ignore him, Koha. Just focus on staying upright.” His large hands hovered protectively around the mage, a silent promise of safety.
Yin, elegant as ever, placed a gentle hand over Koha’s, guiding him through the spell’s hand motions. The mage’s heart raced. His eyes sparkled with both embarrassment and admiration, feeling the warmth and attention of three dominant figures all at once.
“Focus on the magic, Koha,” Yin whispered, his voice soft yet commanding. “Feel the flow… and trust us to guide you.”
Minutes passed in a blur of elemental exercises, light, and whispers. Koha’s magic began to stabilize, his confidence growing slightly, though he remained flustered by the trio’s constant presence. Every touch, glance, and teasing remark made him hyper-aware of his feelings and their desires.
As the training session came to an end, Koha collapsed onto the soft mats, completely exhausted. Rio crouched beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You did well,” he said softly, almost tenderly.
Huo sat opposite, arms crossed but eyes warm. “You’re stronger than you realize, Koha,” he murmured.
Yin knelt beside him, offering a gentle hand to help him sit up. “And never forget, you have allies who will always support you,” he added, his voice laced with subtle intent.
Koha, heart racing and cheeks burning, managed a shy nod. “Th-thank you…” he whispered, voice barely audible.
The session ended with the trio subtly competing for his attention: Rio teasing, Huo protectively hovering, and Yin elegantly guiding. Koha’s soft, submissive nature contrasted perfectly with their dominant, commanding presences.
As the sun set, Koha leaned back, exhausted yet strangely happy. He realized how much he valued the attention, protection, and subtle flirtation of Rio, Huo, and Yin. The academy outside might have been in recovery, but inside him, a new, complicated storm of desire and affection had begun.
And somewhere deep down, Koha knew this was only the beginning.
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