Gen Nanami groggily pulled on his school uniform, his body still aching from the events of the past few days. Though exhausted, excitement bubbled beneath the surface—today was the perfect opportunity to test his new powers. As he approached the school gates, he spotted Taehyung and Keiko waiting for him.
Before he could even greet them, Keiko lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Where the hell have you been?!" she demanded.
Taehyung, grinning, smacked Gen on the back. "Dude, five days. You just vanished!"
Gen blinked. "Wait, five days?!" He had lost all track of time in that dungeon.
Keiko approached with her arms crossed, a sharp gaze locking onto him. "You mind explaining?"
Gen rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously. "Uh... things got complicated back home."
Keiko sighed, her expression softening. "Well, at least you're back. Try telling us next time, so we don't mistakenly put up missing posters or something."
They laughed it off as Taehyung waved goodbye, heading to his classroom. Gen and Keiko followed suit, sharing a class together. The lesson dragged on, dull and monotonous, and Gen nearly drifted off to sleep.
But then—P.E. class.
Excitement jolted him awake as they headed to the fields. The boys were assigned laps, while the girls went to the swimming pool. The summer heat beat down mercilessly, but Gen barely felt it. His stamina was leagues ahead of what it used to be. Spotting Taehyung among the runners, he effortlessly caught up.
"Hey, you got P.E. too?" Gen asked, barely out of breath.
"Yeah. Hey, uhh... can you cover for me if the teacher asks? I gotta be in the bathroom for a while." Taehyung leaned in, whispering, "I got the runs."
Gen snickered. "Uh, sure. Just don't take too long."
As Taehyung disappeared, Gen seized the opportunity to test his new ability—Cloak. Slipping into the bathroom, he activated it. He didn't feel different, but there was only one way to be sure.
He sprinted back onto the track, weaving through the runners, waving his hand in front of Taehyung's face. No reaction. Gen grinned. "Alright, it works!"
"Hm? What was that?" Taehyung stopped, glancing around. Gen clamped a hand over his mouth, suppressing a laugh. His friend shook his head. "Must be hearing things."
Feeling emboldened, Gen decided to push his luck. He slipped away toward the school halls, weaving undetected through the corridors. Testing his limits, he ducked into a room—the girls' locker room.
He froze in amazement and awe.
Around him, girls were chatting and changing into their swimsuits, completely unaware of his presence. He shook his head and closed his eyes, "NO, this isn't right, I gotta stay loyal for Keiko." His heart pounded. "Okay... just back out. Nice and slow..."
Just as he took a step back, his foot caught on something—a stray bra. He stumbled, crashing onto the floor.
His ability deactivated instantly.
Silence filled the room. Dozens of eyes turned toward him.
Gen swallowed hard. "Oh... no."
Screams erupted as the girls lunged for him.
"PERVERT!"
"SOMEONE GET HIM!"
Gen scrambled to his feet. "IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" he cried, bolting for the door.
He burst into the hall, a furious stampede of girls right on his heels. His legs burned as he sprinted at full speed, dodging students and weaving through the corridors.
Taehyung peeked out from a doorway, watching the chaos unfold. He sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, I don't know that guy."
Gen cursed under his breath. "Man, I REALLY screwed up!"