Chapter 2: Smells Like Trouble!
Thanks to Rin’s memory, it was easy to find his way to the clinic. He had walked out of the staff dorm and it was empty. Everyone must have left to perform their duties, so he was the only one left.
He rushed to the clinic, avoiding the perverted gaze that was fixed on him. They were from both students, non-teaching staff and even the instructors.
’I shouldn’t be that pretty, right?’
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Rin didn’t believe in hell until he opened the door to the academy’s clinic. The moment Rin stepped through the clinic’s door, the atmosphere shifted.
Within three seconds of stepping in, he realized two things:
The first one was that, he was prettier than anyone else in the building. And two, being pretty was a serious fucking problem.
Heads turned to look at him, it wasn’t just a few.
Everyone.
A student tripped over a chair just trying to catch a second glance. Students sitting on the benches for their morning checkups blinked. A nurse paused in the middle of handing out temperature cards. Even the damn cleaning bot made by the magic students whirred to a halt like it needed a reboot.
Rin didn’t flinch. He just adjusted his white clinic coat, clutched the clipboard to his chest, and walked past like he wasn’t actively trying to prevent a heat-induced mass incident.
Calm the fuck down, he told himself. You’re a beta. A boring, average, don’t-touch-me beta. That’s your story and you’re sticking to it. The lie tasted like shit in his mouth, especially with the way his body started warming up beneath his clothes.