Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'

『Cyan's Perspective』

I slowly opened my eyes. Pain coursed through my body, then my head, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It felt uncomfortable, as if someone had stuck burning needles into my body and then thrown me into a tub of ice. I closed my eyelids for a moment, trying to calm these sensations, but finally a familiar image forced me to wake up completely.

The white ceiling of the infirmary.

It was impossible not to recognise it: how many times had I ended up here?

"Ha... ha..." A sigh escaped my lips.

"Well, you're finally awake," said a soft voice.

I turned my face slightly and saw her, in her immaculate white coat and with that gentle smile she always gave me, even when I was on the brink of death.

"Yes..." I murmured, my throat rough.

"This time it was quite serious, Cyan," she scolded gently, placing her hands on her waist. "How many times have I told you to take better care of your body?"

"I understand... but..." I frowned. "Who brought me here?"

She let out a light chuckle, shaking her head as if she were already used to it.

"Why don't you look to your side?"...

With some suspicion, I looked down at my body. That's when I noticed a warm, soft weight resting on my stomach. My breath faltered.

Long red hair slid over my clothes, some strands sticking with a little saliva. I could feel her warmth even through the uniform.

"Amelia...?" I whispered, completely bewildered.

She reacted as if she had received an electric shock. She sat up with a clumsy start, her red eyes locking with mine for just a second before looking away, as she adjusted her hair and uniform with quick, fluid movements. I would have thought she was a warrior with those movements.

"Wow..." I exclaimed inwardly.

"Ah... um... I..." she stammered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was just... um... ah, yes... asking for a body check."

I saw her try to hide her blush, but it was useless. Her ears were burning red like rubies. I wanted to say something clever, to tease her, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"Thank you..." I ended up whispering, feeling a little awkward myself.

She looked away, fidgeting with her hands.

"Idiot... You don't have to thank me."

For a moment, the silence between us became strange, almost uncomfortable. But at the same time, comforting. I allowed myself to close my eyes again, just for a moment, enjoying that fleeting peace that life at the academy rarely gave us.

And even though every fibre of my body ached, my chest felt... surprisingly light.

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Moments later, the door opened with a slight squeak and Erwing, Aziel and Cynthia entered. They brought with them a basket of fruit. The expression on Erwing's face darkened a little when he looked at me... perhaps he felt guilty; he was that kind of guy.

Immediately, confirming that my thoughts were correct, Erwing spoke:

"Cyan... I... you see, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," I interrupted him before he could continue, looking at him firmly. "I decided it."

"But..."

"I said don't worry. You would have done the same for me. Right?" I replied in a playful tone.

Erwing blinked, surprised, and then his face relaxed. A slight, genuine smile appeared.

"Of course," he said without a hint of doubt.

I then turned my gaze to Aziel. She placed the basket on the shelf next to the bed, sighing as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She took an apple with a somewhat hesitant gesture and began to peel it... or at least she tried to. Her hands trembled slightly, and the apple skin broke into irregular pieces.

"Who would have thought that the sword is your main weapon," I commented with a smile.

"Do you want the apple or not?" she replied, although her expression was a little flushed.

I chuckled, accepting the piece almost immediately. Although it was poorly cut, and actually a little squashed, perhaps because she had tried to make it into the shape of a rabbit, well, the taste wouldn't change, so I didn't mind. I bit into it with gusto, enjoying the sweet taste that ran across my taste buds.

Instantly, I turned my gaze to Cynthia, who hadn't said a single word since she entered. Her lost gaze was different from Erwing's; it was full of regret and guilt. I didn't understand it, but it didn't matter; I didn't want to see her like that.

"Cyan... I..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's okay, don't worry," I said softly, offering her a small smile to calm her down a little. Then I added, in a more playful tone, "Actually, you peel the apples. I feel like if Aziel keeps going like this, he'll turn them all into mush."

Cynthia stared at me for a few moments. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were about to say something else, but instead she took a deep breath and nodded firmly, accepting the small relief I was giving her.

Erwing let out a light laugh, lightening the mood a little, while Aziel muttered something incomprehensible with a frown. I almost laughed seeing her like that, but I didn't; the knife in her hands scared me a little.

For a moment, the room felt different. Warmer.

In a comfortable atmosphere, time passed without us noticing.

We shared stories, memories, and even some slightly heavy jokes. The girls almost hit us, but it was fun. We needed it, not just Erwing and the girls, but I also needed these moments of tranquillity.

But that peace had an inevitable end.

After a couple of hours, the silence was broken by the slight squeak of the infirmary door opening. Seconds later, firm footsteps echoed loudly on the floor, charged with an energy so palpable that it almost seemed to disturb the air.

Three figures entered at that moment, filling the room with a presence impossible to ignore.