It was the 7th day at Y Academy, and—miraculously—most of the chaos from the first day had settled.
Most.
The male students still shot Nate death glares every time Kurumu so much as stood within a three-meter radius of him.
Nate, being Nate, made this worse on purpose.
He let Kurumu cling to his arm.
He leaned closer when she whispered.
He didn't move away when her tail swayed just a little too close to his leg.
No reason.
No strategy.
Just for the lol's.
Kurumu noticed. Of course she did.
She smiled like a cat that had just discovered a laser pointer and realized it could control it.
Right now, though, they were in Gym Class.
And when people said the Seer class was giving everyone a run for their money?
They weren't exaggerating.
"Grip strength test, next!"
Nate stepped up first.
The teacher barely looked as Nate wrapped his hand around the device.
CRACK.
The needle spun.
Then the handle snapped clean off.
The gym went silent.
"…Huh," the teacher muttered, jotting something down. "Equipment failure. Happens."
The students stared.
Hailey was next.
She backed up, eyes on the sandpit.
A short run.
A jump.
She cleared the pit.
Not "almost."
Not "barely."
She landed on the other side like gravity was a polite suggestion.
"Nice form," the teacher said, clapping once. "Next!"
Fumika adjusted her glasses at the pull-up bar.
One.
Two.
Five.
Ten.
Fifteen.
She didn't even look strained.
"Fastest pull-up set this semester," the teacher commented. "Good work."
The teachers weren't shocked.
They'd been teaching at Y Academy for years.
They had seen oni bench-press trucks, tengu race motorcycles, and one incident involving a werewolf and a discus that was never spoken of again.
The students, however?
Absolutely stunned.
"WHAT are they?" someone whispered.
"Are they even legal?"
Kurumu leaned closer to Nate, whispering with a grin. "You know… if you keep this up, they'll start rumors."
Nate smirked. "Already happening."
From the sidelines, Mizore watched quietly.
Her eyes followed Nate—not in a flirty way, not yet—but with something more careful. Observant. Calculating.
A clan heir watching a future alliance.
She absentmindedly touched the spirit-bond wristband.
"…So strong," she murmured.
Meanwhile, high above the chaos—
Somewhere far away in Kyoto.
Two women sneezed at the exact same time.
"…Did you feel that?" Tsurara asked.
Lily smiled into her tea.
"Oh yes," she said calmly. "The plan is progressing beautifully."
Back in Y Academy, Gym Class had officially gone off the rails.
"Side-to-side drill!"
Kunou went first.
And then… she vanished.
What followed was less running and more controlled teleportation. Back and forth. Left, right, left—so fast the air actually rippled.
By the time the whistle blew, the timer shorted out.
"…Record destroyed," the teacher said flatly.
Blizzaria was next.
She picked up the ball.
Looked at the target.
Did not wind up.
Did not pose.
She simply threw.
The ball cut through the air in a perfectly straight line, punched through the target, hit the far wall of the gym, and embedded itself halfway in.
Blizzaria shrugged. "Hm. Too light."
At that point, the other hidden yokai in the class stopped pretending.
If their King and Queen weren't hiding their strength anymore, why should they?
A lamia cracked the floor during sprints.
A kitsune cleared the vault without touching it.
An oni laughed and treated the weight rack like toys.
The gym turned into a low-key supernatural exhibition.
Meanwhile—
Bocchi stood in the corner, holding a clipboard she definitely did not remember signing up for.
She watched her friends casually defy physics.
Kunou breaking records.
Blizzaria rewriting them.
Nate existing.
"…How," she muttered, "…did I get into this friend group?"
No one answered.
Because it was time for rock climbing.
The wall wasn't just for fun—it was reinforced, designed specifically to train yokai. Grip strength, balance, recovery.
And harassment.
For the male students, at least.
Nate was already halfway up when the screams started.
"WHY IS HE SO FAST—"
"HE DIDN'T EVEN USE THE HOLDS—"
"IS HE RUNNING UP THE WALL?!"
Nate moved smoothly, efficiently—
Then he saw it.
A student above him slipped.
A gasp.
A fall.
Before the safety system could even react, Nate moved.
He blurred, caught the falling student mid-drop, and held them effortlessly with one arm pressed into the wall.
"You okay?" Nate asked calmly.
The student nodded rapidly, eyes wide.
Nate carefully lowered them to a stable ledge.
Only then did everyone notice—
The safety instructor was already below, net ready.
Nate looked down.
Looked back at the student.
"…Yeah," he said awkwardly. "Still reflex."
The gym exploded into whispers.
Kurumu watched the whole thing from below.
She bit her lip, wings twitching.
'Strong.
Fast.
Protective.
Heroic.'
"…Oh yes," she muttered, cheeks flushed. "Please."
Blizzaria glanced over. "You're being loud."
Kurumu didn't care.
Mizore stared at Kurumu.
Then at Nate.
Then back at Kurumu.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"…When did this become a competition?" she muttered.
Kurumu didn't even look at her. She was already leaning against the railing, chin resting on her hands, wings fluttering just enough to be distracting.
"Oh? A competition?" Kurumu said sweetly. "I thought this was just… appreciating a reliable classmate~"
She tilted her head, eyes locking onto Nate as he helped the student down properly, handing them over to the now very late safety staff.
"You were so cool just now," Kurumu added, voice carrying perfectly across the gym. "Catching them like that~"
Several male students froze mid-climb.
You could feel the death glares.
Nate absolutely noticed.
And he hated it.
Not because of Kurumu.
Because of them.
The way their eyes weren't angry out of concern.
They weren't annoyed about safety.
They were pissed because attention they thought they were entitled to wasn't theirs.
Nate clicked his tongue quietly.
"Tch."
He turned back to the wall, rolled his shoulders, and without warning—
Jumped.
No fancy technique. No showboating.
Just raw, controlled power as he launched upward, fingers digging into holds that cracked slightly under the pressure. He moved fast—but clean. Efficient. Like someone who knew exactly how much strength to use and when.
The gym went dead silent.
Kunou stopped mid-cheer.
Blizzaria raised an eyebrow.
Even the hidden youkai paused.
Mizore's eyes widened.
"…He's not showing off," she realized. "He's… angry."
Kurumu, however?
Kurumu smiled wider.
"Oh my," she whispered, tail swaying. "He's serious."
She stepped closer to the wall, hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward just enough to be very noticeable.
"Be careful up there, Nate~" she called. "I'd hate for you to fall."
That did it.
Several guys outright snapped their heads toward her.
One of them muttered, "What the hell does she see in him?"
Nate heard that too.
He stopped halfway up the wall.
Looked down.
His expression was calm—but his eyes were sharp.
"She's not a prize," he said flatly. Not loud. Not shouting. But the words carried.
"And she doesn't owe any of you a damn thing."
Silence.
Even Kurumu blinked—caught off guard for half a second.
Then her cheeks flushed.
Mizore stared.
"…Oh. So that's the type," she said quietly.
The atmosphere shifted.
This wasn't flirting anymore.
This was lines being drawn.
And somewhere in the gym, Bocchi—watching all of this unfold while clinging to the climbing wall like her life depended on it—could only think:
'I just wanted normal school friends…'
Once everything was over, the gym finally began to calm down.
Students sat on the floor or leaned against the walls, towels around their necks, chests heaving as they tried to remember how breathing normally worked.
Even some of the teachers looked tired.
Everyone was wiping sweat, drinking water, stretching—
Then Nate did it.
He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it just enough to wipe the sweat from his face.
For half a second—
Silence.
Then chaos.
Defined abs. Lean muscle. That kind of build you only get from actual combat training, not just gym workouts. Sweat rolled down his skin like it was trying to be dramatic.
Every girl in the gym froze.
Then—
Internal screaming.
Bocchi's soul left her body.
Kurumu's wings twitched violently.
Mizore's temperature dropped three degrees.
Random yokai girls short-circuited on the spot.
Several thuds echoed as girls simply sat down wherever they were standing.
The guys?
They collectively looked away.
For self-preservation.
The girls in Nate's harem, however—
'YES.'
Kunou smiled proudly, arms crossed like, yeah, that's mine.
Hailey didn't even try to hide it. "Worth the gym class."
Fumika adjusted her glasses, cheeks pink. "Objectively… impressive."
Blizzaria nodded once. "As expected."
Kurumu stared.
Then slowly, very slowly, covered her mouth to keep from making a sound.
"…I'm going to die happy," she whispered.
Nate, completely unaware of the mental damage he had just caused, pulled his shirt back down and grabbed his towel.
"Man," he said casually, "PE here is way more intense than normal schools."
No one answered him.
Because half the gym was emotionally compromised.
And this—
This was only Day Two at Y Academy.
Gym class finally ended, the whistle echoing through the hall as students began filtering out of the gym, still buzzing from what they'd just witnessed.
Nate walked with his hands behind his head, taking a slow, steady breath.
'…Lost my cool back there, he thought. That usually never happens.'
He exhaled again, trying to shake it off.
Then he felt it.
Eyes.
A lot of eyes.
He glanced to the side.
Girls.
Too many girls.
Some whispering.
Some very much not whispering.
A few openly staring like subtlety had been cancelled as a concept.
Nate internally groaned.
And now the girls are thirsty for me because they saw my abs, he thought flatly. Great. Just great.
Kurumu walked up beside him, hands clasped behind her back, humming happily.
"You know," she said casually, "you really caused a stir back there~"
Mizore followed on the other side, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded as she assessed the situation like a battlefield.
"…They're staring," Mizore stated.
"I noticed," Nate replied.
Kurumu leaned in closer, voice dropping just enough to be dangerous.
"Can you blame them? Strong, heroic, respectful… and abs?"
She giggled. "You're basically bait."
Nate deadpanned. "I did not sign up for this."
Kunou ran ahead, spinning around excitedly. "Nate-sama was sooo cool! Did you see him go whoosh!"
Blizzaria floated past, unimpressed as ever. "Hmph. Humans get dramatic over the bare minimum."
Bocchi, trailing behind the group, was internally screaming.
'Why is this my life now? Why are my friends gods? Why is everyone hot??'
One girl whispered a little too loudly, "Is he single?"
Another replied, "I think that succubus already claimed him…"
Kurumu's ears twitched.
She smiled.
"Oh?" She slipped an arm around Nate's, pressing herself against him just enough. "Claimed is such a strong word~ I prefer interested."
Nate stiffened. "Kurumu."
"Yes?"
"…Please don't escalate."
She laughed. "No promises~"
Mizore sighed.
"…I really didn't sign up for this."
As they reached the classroom, Nate looked at the door like it was a safe haven.
'All I wanted was a normal school day, he thought.'
The next period came quickly as Science class began.
The classroom settled into a low murmur as the teacher walked in.
He had auburn—almost orange-brown—hair, styled in sharp, stiff, spiky tips that looked like they defied gravity out of pure stubbornness. Average height, relaxed posture, and golden-brown eyes that somehow gave off both competent teacher and walking disaster magnet vibes.
[Insert image of Yūki Rito]
"This is Physics," he said calmly, writing his name on the board. "Try not to blow anything up."
Nate stared at him.
Hard.
'Why do I feel like you were a protagonist?'
Something about the guy just screamed main character energy. The hair. The face. The way reality itself seemed quietly braced for nonsense the moment he entered the room.
Kurumu leaned over, whispering, "What? He looks normal."
Mizore tilted her head. "He feels… unlucky."
Kunou squinted. "He smells like trouble."
Blizzaria didn't even look up from her seat. "Ah. One of those."
The teacher turned around, golden-brown eyes sweeping across the class, landing on Nate for half a second longer than necessary.
Nate felt it.
That weird, inexplicable sense of narrative pressure.
'Yep,' he thought. 'Definitely a protagonist.'
The teacher smiled politely.
"Alright everyone, let's begin."
One of the students raised their hand.
"Mr. Yuki," she asked, "you're our science teacher and our physics teacher?"
Rito nodded. "Yes."
There was a brief pause.
"…Why?" another student asked, genuine confusion in their voice.
Rito laughed, scratching the back of his head. It was an awkward, slightly sheepish laugh—like a man who had definitely survived worse questions than this.
"I have my reasons."
Nate narrowed his eyes.
'That is the most protagonist-coded answer I have ever heard.'
Kurumu whispered, "That's not suspicious at all."
Mizore stared blankly. "That answer explains nothing."
Blizzaria muttered, "Every disaster starts with 'I have my reasons.'"
Rito turned back to the board, completely unbothered, and started writing equations like the universe wasn't actively lining up to mess with him.
"As long as you pay attention," he continued cheerfully, "you'll be fine."
Nate leaned back in his chair.
'He doesn't even know it yet,' he thought. 'But chaos definitely knows him.'
Rito was explaining physics like he'd personally borrowed Newton's notes, corrected them, and then gone to space to double-check.
"As you can see," Rito said, drawing a clean diagram of vectors and forces, "zero gravity doesn't mean zero motion. Objects still carry momentum—"
The chalk moved smoothly. His explanation was clear. Logical. Shockingly competent.
The class was silent.
Even the hidden yokai were listening.
Nate blinked.
'…Why is he actually good?'
Rito continued, pacing lightly. "If you apply force in a vacuum, the reaction behaves differently than on Earth. That's why—"
Kurumu leaned over and whispered, "Why does he sound like he's been there?"
Hailey muttered back, "Has he… been there?"
Mizore tilted her head slightly. "He speaks with experience."
Blizzaria crossed her arms. "That's unsettling."
Rito finished an equation and smiled at the class. "Physics is simple once you stop being afraid of it."
Nate sighed, rubbing his face.
'Of course. The universe really said: yes, he's cursed socially—but academically? Certified.'
He leaned back in his chair.
'This school is insane,' he thought calmly. 'And I am only on Day Two.'
To be continued
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