Congratulations! You've been discharged! WOOHOO!!
"..."
"Why are you so quiet? Aren't you happy?"
"It's not that... It's just…"
I suddenly screamed at the top of my lungs.
"WHY IS IT YOU?? I MEAN, I WANTED A GIRL, NOT YOU!!!"
Six days in the hospital. Six days of absolute misery.
I mean, come on! I just wanted to see some cute nurses—I'm a guy, after all!
But no. Instead, it was my teacher who kept visiting me. Every. Single. Day.
I know, I know. He meant well. And yes, I do appreciate it…
BUT DID HE REALLY HAVE TO CHASE THE NURSES AWAY??
Did he expect me to just stare at his ridiculously handsome face for the entire time I was bedridden?!
And if that wasn't bad enough, he went completely overboard—cooking meals for me, bringing my medicine, wiping me down, preparing everything I needed...
Honestly, he treated me like I was his own son.
"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE MY MOM! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A WOMAN!!"
"Here, pudding. Open your mouth."
"Ahhh—wait, no—"
Damn it. Why does he have this weird ability to make people listen to him?!
"Why is this happening to me…"
"Oh, come on, don't be so down. Women are just walking heartbreaks. You don't need them."
"I'M NOT GAY."
"Neither am I."
"For the love of—just leave me alone."
After a few final checkups, I was finally allowed to take off that dreadful hospital gown.
My teacher handed me my academy uniform, and after staring at it for a moment, I sighed and put it on.
"In class… did you tell everyone about me?"
"Of course. They were quite curious about you. Though, the boys don't seem too happy."
Aha. Jealous, I bet. Probably don't like the idea of me stealing all the attention from the girls. Not that I even know if I'm handsome or not…
Oh, right. This guy is also the homeroom teacher for Class F—which means he's my homeroom teacher.
Aura, on the other hand, is in Class S. Being in the highest rank, she's ridiculously busy, so she probably didn't even have time to visit me.
Well… aside from my teacher, there was someone else who kept sneaking glances at me.
I turned my head to look outside, only to see her roasting a cockroach… while drooling.
I have no idea who she is or where she came from, but I am absolutely certain of one thing—she's a complete idiot.
She even tried breaking into my hospital room a few days ago just to steal my fruit.
No, I'm not particularly sharp or observant. She's just that easy to notice.
"Come on! The class is waiting for you!"
"…Okay."
I pushed aside my thoughts and followed him.
***
Kai stood in front of the classroom door, staring at the room number as if it held the power to grant him a few more weeks of freedom. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
"Alright. You can do this. You're just an average student—nothing special, not particularly smart, not particularly handsome, not rich, not athletic but is a protagonist of NTR… Wow, the more I list, the sadder this gets."
'Come to think of it, I never go to school in my entire life, so this is my first time...'
Bracing himself, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. Immediately, his teacher—a man who had visited him countless times during his absence—lit up with joy, as if he had just been reunited with a long-lost child.
"Oh! Kai! You're finally back!"
Dude, we just met outside the gate.
He eagerly introduced me to the class, making sure to mention how I had been severely injured.
Some of the girls glanced at Kai, curiosity flickering in their eyes.
But just as quickly, their expressions faded into mild disappointment.
Not because Kai was ugly—just… average.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm not some handsome male lead from a romance novel but a goddamn guy who get cuck. Don't worry, ladies, I won't be ruining your high standards anytime soon.
Meanwhile, the boys in the class collectively sighed in relief, as if they had just dodged some kind of crisis.
Tyler patted Kai on the shoulder and pointed toward the back of the classroom.
"Your seat is in the last row, next to... That boy. Go ahead and take your place!"
Kai nodded, muttering internally,
"Last row? Perfect. At least I can nap without anyone bothering me."
As he made his way to his seat, his gaze swept across the classroom, observing his new classmates.
A group of students who looked like troublemakers smirked at him in a way that immediately rubbed him the wrong way.
Huh? You looking a fight? These hand can touch your face if you want to
Ignoring them, Kai sat down beside the bespectacled student.
The first thing he noticed was that the boy was furiously scribbling in his notebook—filled to the brim with complex mathematical formulas.
Kai glanced at the pages, then back at Rudy, an idea sparking in his mind.
A living, breathing math machine? Oh my god, this might actually be my ticket to academic survival!
Determined to make a good first impression, Kai put on his friendliest tone and greeted him.
"Yo, hey there! I'm Kai."
That's the worst introduce to someone...
Rudy barely spared him a glance before muttering,
"Rudy."
And with that, he immediately returned to his calculations, as if the conversation had never even happened.
Kai blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
That's it? Wow. I didn't even get a follow-up question. He must've already figured out I'm not worth talking to.
He leaned on his desk, exhaling a long sigh.
'Whatever. At least he seems smart. I should try to befriend him—if only to have a lifeline when exams roll around.'
45 minutes later...
*Ding dong ding dong
The sound of freedom has arrived, all the student suddenly run into the cafeteria.
"GET OUT!! THE FOOD IS MINE!!"
"LOOKING AT MIRROR AND KILL YOURSELF! YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS SHIT!"
"FUCK OFF!!"
We have a war in the cafeteria.
"Waaa!" I dodge a fork that throw at me and look who did it.
Too bad, there's like... A thousand student.
...I don't want to go there and become a sandwich.