11 Class 4A F13

Monday, 7:43 A.M.

Edgar Brauss Magic Academy for All Girls.

That's what this had to be. There was no way in hell he was in the right spot. No, no way.

Then, he thought about the female principal and the female fitting attendant, Maiya. He tried to put 2 and 2 together to make 4 but, somewhere along the lines, the equation continued to get fucked over. None of this made any sense.

Sure, he could buy the principal being female in any school. That didn't matter too much, and it wasn't as if principals were heavily involved with the students anyway. But, the more he thought about Maiya, the more confusing things became.

"So, wait. Maiya is a fitting attendant, but she's a woman. Women don't tend to fit teenage boys for their uniforms, that just doesn't happen. It would make sense that I'm in the wrong school, right? But, no. Why would both she and the principal be so okay with fitting me if this wasn't the right school? When she was picking what uniform she wanted to make, there was both a male and female one. Does that mean this school is gender-neutral? No, it's called an all-boys academy. But, I don't see any boys around other than me! Hell, not even the teachers are men! What the fuck is going on!?"

His mind raced faster than any motor vehicle ever could.

He held his hand up to his throbbing head as a bead of sweat dripped down his face in sheer shock. Was he under some kind of spell? Was he in the completely wrong school? Was he lied to by his womanizing father?

As if to escape from the scene, he turned around in an effort to get back onto the elevator. Unfortunately, in the midst of his internal breakdown, the elevator had already gone to the first floor to pick up a large round of students and staff and they were immediately flushed out like water from a bottle. As they walked out of the elevator, it forced Nakayama to start walking away from it. The elevator riders all began to walk straight past the black-haired boy, forcing him to be a part of their ever-moving pack. He was caught up in the middle of a storm of women, shorter than most he's seen in his lifetime. 5'2? 5'3? 4'11? Most of their heads only made it up to his upper chest and neck areas.

"Gubdaghuuhh!!" he failed to properly speak and was forced to make gibberish comments flooded with both embarrassment and surprise. Being surrounded by so many cute girls at once, yet completely not expecting those girls to exist was somehow the cause of what flew out of his mouth.

Every one of their eyes were on him. Some grinning, others with their mouths hanging open slightly in something reminiscent of surprise or curiosity.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" he chanted in his mind. "This is bad! This is really bad! I'm definitely gonna get called some kind of pervert because of this!"

Strangely enough, the 2 or so teachers that were a part of the flood of girls paid him no mind. Why? He clearly was not where he was supposed to be, so it didn't make sense that he wasn't getting in trouble. He had absolutely no idea what to make of the situation. It seemed like everyone's reactions towards him were different, and that mixed with the intense swarm of females made him feel like he could pass out at any moment.

Somewhere inside, he felt kinda disappointed that his masculinity wasn't kicking in and allowing him to embrace all this femininity. After the swarm of girls had passed, he was left a masculine mess still in the midst of a floor he didn't quite recognize.

For a moment, he stood there blankly as if not understanding how he made it out of that mess alive. But, after a while, he stood up straight, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes just to reopen them once again. He took out the slip of paper Lea had given him a while back and looked it over once more:

"4A F13"

That was the classroom Lea was essentially telling him to go to. He thought back to her mannerisms and her words.

"..." he stood there blankly and looked at the paper for a moment longer before sighing. "...There must be...some kind of explanation for this, right? Ms. Akayoru knows of my father paying for my tuition, she knows this school like the back of her hand and even called it an all-boys academy. I just don't understand why all these girls are here, or why there are female teachers in this school. It doesn't make any sense."

He gave a nasal exhale and looked around. Hanging from the ceiling a little farther outward in front of him was a sign that noted the directions of 3 different hallways. Hallway A was to the left, hallway B was straight ahead and hallway C was to the right.

He reluctantly darted his eyes left towards hallway A and gave a brief sigh. "Well, if I'm really supposed to be here, then I might as well just go to that class."

He didn't feel right. He was never going to feel right until this all made sense some way or another---!!!

"Hngh?" he snorted in confusion as he felt a force push his right shoulder a bit.

"Hey, hey! Are you lost?" a high-pitched voice said at a volume a bit higher than necessary.

When he looked over, he saw a bright pink-haired girl, whose hair was tied into extremely long twin tails, staring him enthusiastically in the eyes. Her eyes were just as pink as her hair to match and she wore that infamous female uniform in an all-boys academy. She wore knee-high white socks and held her fists up to her shoulders all sissy-like. She had the weirdest, yet biggest, grin on her face as she looked at the boy who stood much taller than her.

Her face was only maybe up to his upper chest. She must've stood at about 5'0 or something like that.

He gave her a nervous grin and looked at her with embarrassed eyes, contradicting her seemingly excited eyes.

"Uhm, well. Sort of? I-I'm looking for room 4A F13." he said nervously. "But, well, part of me is thinking I'm in the wrong school," he spoke in a shaky voice, somewhat nervously laughing.

The girl began giggling. "He-he-he-he-he-he-he! In the wrong school? You're weird!"

"Ahhh...ha…"

He had no idea why she was laughing.

She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye and pointed at him. "Hm, wow! I heard a rumor there would be a student from a different city this year, but I didn't think it was true! Hoo...you're all hard and strong! You're like the boys from the other academy!"

She started touching his neck and his arms as if examining him like a painting.

Nakayama felt his stomach drop from having this petite, cute girl feeling him up like that. But, just like with Maiya, his body refused to do or say anything about it.

"I'm really surprised they transferred you here, though! They didn't have to do that I don't think. I wonder why? Well, it's all the more fun for me and the rest of the other freshmen, right? He-he-he-he!"

"Ah...ahaa...uhm…"

"Hm? Oh, don't mind me! I'm just sizing you up, is all! Say, you're kind of handsome!"

"Aaah!! That's not exactly what I wanted you to say!" he screamed in his mind. He took a step back, effectively forcing the girl to stop feeling him up. "A-anyway, about that room…"

"Oh! That's right. You're trying to get to your classroom, right?"

"U-uh, yeah. It's 4A F13. Looking at that sign up there, I'm sure it's on the left, correct? I should be able to find it myself."

"No way! We'll go together!"

"...Say what?"

The girl clasped her hands at her chest and smiled cutely. Nakayama could've sworn he saw sparkles and a bright golden light shining all around her when she said:

"He-he! I'm in that class, too!"

He thought he might die due to his intense heart fluttering.

"Cuteness overload."

7:58 A.M.

It took them a moment to track down the correct classroom door but, ultimately, they found it. When they arrived, they met the gaze of a woman, one he'd never met before. Previously, he noticed she had been staring quite gently and serenely at the passing and incoming students that met her way. But, when she saw Nakayama, her eyes twitched as if responding to a quick-time event in a video game.

"Alright, this is it!" the pink-haired girl said cheerfully, attempting to enter the classroom. Beside the door stood the woman whose eyes locked on to Nakayama.

As he followed the pink-haired girl, he was stopped by the woman. She put her hand out in front of him and her arm touched his chest.

"Eh?" he tilted his head in confusion. But, somehow he felt like 'this was it.' He was finally about to get kicked out of this all-girls academy in one of the most awkward ways possible. It was only a matter of time.

The pink-haired girl turned around in reaction to the woman halting Nakayama's movements. The woman turned her head to face the petite girl and she smiled before speaking.

"Go on ahead in the classroom, Kiyomi. I need to talk to this gentleman for a moment," she said in a gentle tone.

Nakayama looked at the pink-haired girl, whose name happened to be Kiyomi, with somewhat surprised eyes. She looked at the woman and then looked back at Nakayama with a white smile and said:

"Okay! See you inside!"

Then, she skipped her way inside of the classroom. As the woman's eyes traced the fleeing Kiyomi, she looked back and grinned warmly at Nakayama which caused his face to tense up.

She was astonishingly beautiful if that was even the right way to describe her. She was incredibly young, maybe 25 or 26 years old, and she had somewhat of a 'motherly' or 'big sister-esque' charm to her. She had a short haircut of light blue hair that reached to her mid-neck area and her eyes beamed a bright green beneath her long eyelashes. She wore a white collared shirt with a few buttons at the top which were unbuttoned, exposing a great amount of cleavage from her 'heavily-above-average' bust size. Over her shirt, she wore a simple black jacket accompanied by a black knee-length skirt, completely opposing Kiyomi's rather short skirt. On her feet were black high heels, boosting her up about 2 inches from her original 5'4 or 5'5 or so height. She had a pink cloth bracelet on her wrist and a silver necklace with a locket on the end of it (resting atop her exposed chest) as accessories.

The boy's eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful woman in front of him, not to mention the fact that she was making actual contact and looking him in the eyes. He felt his entire body might melt due to her "sexiness overload" which he unintelligibly mumbled under his breath.

"It's nice to meet you," she said warmly. "You must be Mr. Nakayama Tadashii, I take it?"

"Uh...y-yes, ma'am," he spoke in a dumbfounded fashion, practically drooling.

"I'm sure you've probably figured this out already, but you're quite the attention-grabber. Have you felt any eyes on you?"

Suddenly, his body jumped out of excitement. Did someone finally understand what he was going through?

"Y-yes! Absolutely!" he said as he awkwardly, yet enthusiastically, cupped her hands in his own. "I've felt like I've had a thousand eyes on me ever since I got on this floor! I bet you have, too, right? You know, how you're all---!"

Fortunately, he stopped himself before he said something creepy. He was going to say something along the lines of, "How you're all hot and stuff! You've got that exposed chest and--!"

And so on.

"Ah-..." he grunted. After he calmed himself and released her hands from his grip, he put one of his own behind his head and laughed nervously. "Sorry. It's just kind of been a rough morning, is all."

She giggled with a cute smile in reaction. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm sure it has been rough for a fresh transfer student such as yourself," she said as she politely rested her hands below her naval. "Anyway, you should know that the rumor about a transfer student from outside of the city is about you, and you will most certainly be a direct center of attention at this school."

"You're kidding me! So that's what she meant!?"

The woman tilted her head in some confusion at what he said but carried on anyway. "Because of that, I think it would be best if we introduced you in a bit more of a special manner than the rest of the class. I'll have you wait out here until about 8:30, and then I'll bring you inside and you can introduce yourself."

Nakayama somewhat understood her intentions. There was a good chance that many of the students in the classroom knew one another anyway, considering the fact that they were all from this city. Still, he didn't like the idea of waiting outside of the room in the middle of this hallway of death for over 30 minutes.

"Oh, and my name is Ms. Itsuwa," she said, putting a hand up to her chest and greeting the boy with the gentlest voice ever. At least, that's what he made of it anyway.

His instincts couldn't help but force his eyes toward her chest for a moment, but he quickly corrected himself and nodded a "nice to meet you" her way.

"I'll be your magic instructor from here on out, so please be a good boy for me, okay~?"

Butterflies swarmed the boy's stomach.

He nervously nodded again and watched her 'jiggle' her way back into the classroom. To his disappointment, he couldn't help but find himself constantly obsessing over her charms.

8:29 A.M.

About, if not exactly, 30 minutes had gone by and the hallways were now completely empty. There was no bell to be rung so, obviously, everyone was supposed to just be in class. Perhaps they trusted the students to that degree, or maybe that just didn't give enough of a damn to install a bell. A couple more students entering the classroom gave him weird eyes as they passed him by several minutes ago. That must have meant that everyone, excluding himself, had made it to class a while before they would be considered late.

He exhaled a reverberated sigh and waited anxiously for the teacher to pull him into the classroom. He couldn't help but think about what the hell was happening. Why were there so many girls in this school? Why were there so many hot adults? And to top it all of, he knew that even his own class wasn't going to specifically contain boys because he watched Kiyomi go in and never come out.

After a couple of seconds, the constant chattering of several people at once came to a halt and a singular muffled voice took control. He could hear it getting closer and closer to the door as even the sounds of heels clacking became louder, although still muffled. Suddenly, the door of 4A F13 made a 'creak' as it was slowly pushed open. The muffled voice becoming clearer of a sweet young woman melted his ears as the door was opened by Ms. Itsuwa.

"Class! I'm sure you've all heard rumors about a student transferring into this city from far away, haven't you?" she called out to a class he couldn't see. She peeked her head out from behind the door and winked at him, motioning for him to come a little closer, just outside the range of view of the class. The sound of high-pitched "awe's" and "oh's" emerged from the classroom.

"Well, it just so happens that you will all be the first ones to meet him today!" she said sweetly. She grabbed the hand of the flustered boy who tried to force a smile and slowly pulled him into the classroom, creating a dramatic unveiling for the rest of the class.

As he walked in, he saw a large classroom of about 20 to 25 desks and several large windows allowing the light from the beautiful outside to illuminate the room. Though, the one thing that certainly threw him off was the same thing he'd been seeing for the last half hour or so.

And that was a classroom full of girls.