Chapter 1: I Just Thought About Her Boobs. That’s All I Did.
The school bell rang with the kind of finality that usually brings relief. Not for me.
I sat frozen in my seat, staring at the slip of paper on my desk like it was a death sentence. In a way, it might've been.
"See me after class. – Natsuki-sensei"
That was it. No "please." No emoji. Just a calm, almost surgical order scribbled in that dangerously elegant handwriting.
I could hear my classmates chattering and shuffling out, the wooden desks squeaking across the floor, but it all sounded distant. My body wouldn't move. My brain was too busy running simulations of every possible outcome. Most ended in humiliation. One involved getting scolded until my spirit left my body.
What did I do wrong?
Wait—was it the essay? I did write that weird emotional growth assignment half-asleep while watching a romance anime. Maybe I overshared. Maybe I accidentally plagiarized a confession scene. Or maybe—
...Maybe she found out what I thought about her yesterday.
Oh no. Oh no.
I slapped both cheeks gently with my palms.
"Stop it," I whispered under my breath. "You're overthinking. Again."