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Bimbanana

Bimbanana

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CHAPTER 4

There was still half of recess left, but I decided not to return to the cafeteria. Instead, I bought my lunch and brought it out to the schoolyard, hoping to enjoy a quieter atmosphere.

The sun was bright overhead, so I picked a large tree with a wide, comfortable shade and sat down beneath it. It felt like the perfect spot to eat in peace.

Or at least, that was the plan.

“Oh? Someone’s here?” a male voice called from behind the tree.

I paused, surprised. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had the same idea.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t know someone else was here. I’ll move.”

“No, no, no need to go. It’s okay,” the voice replied.

From where I sat, I could only see a pair of black leather boots sticking out from behind the tree. The person stood up, brushing themselves off before stepping into view.

And then—

I blinked.

The owner of the voice was… a beautiful woman.

Blonde hair, composed posture, and dressed in a full latex outfit that covered her from neck to toe. For a brief moment, my brain stalled. Then I remembered.

Right.

SHF didn’t just have students aligned with light or darkness. There were also those who hadn’t chosen—or perhaps chose both paths at once.

Gender-bender students.

“My name is @eagle_360 ,” the boy in a female body said casually, extending a hand. “I’m new here.”

“Ah, my name is Bimbanana,” I replied, shaking his hand. “I’m also new.”

That small exchange turned into a conversation.

Despite his appearance, he was surprisingly straightforward and easy to talk to. The guy seemed to have a strong interest in military topics, which gave us some common ground, and before I realized it, we were deep into a casual discussion that made the rest of recess pass quickly.

By the time the bell rang, we had already exchanged phone numbers and went our separate ways back to class.

---

When class resumed, I found myself once again surrounded.

@Pennywise and @sleepandeatallday resumed their ongoing commentary almost immediately. This time, @AliceMoonvale occasionally joined in as well, adding her own remarks without ever fully turning away from the window.

Now I had three separate background voices accompanying me throughout the lesson. None of them were quiet.

A few hours later, just as the day was coming to an end, my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest , called me over. She asked me to meet her in the teachers’ office.

Honestly, I was relieved. It gave me a perfectly valid excuse not to walk home with the three of them, which I strongly suspected would somehow lead to another attempt at recruiting me into their cat cult.

“So?” @Juia_Darkcrest asked while tidying up her desk. “How was your first day, Bimbanana? Any problem adjusting?”

I hesitated. It was a difficult question to answer. Because adjusting to an environment where almost everyone was… like this… wasn’t exactly straightforward.

“Come on, don’t be hesitant,” @Juia_Darkcrest said, letting out a soft sigh. “Being a new student here isn’t easy. And remember this—”

I looked at her. She gave me a calm, reassuring smile, the kind you’d expect from a reliable adult who actually knew what they were doing.

“You’re a student, and I’m a teacher,” she continued firmly. “As a professional educator, I am paid to guide all my students to achieve a proper education. So tell me—what’s troubling you?”

Just like that, my hesitation disappeared. She was right.

She was a teacher, and I was a student. I came to SHF Academy for a reason—to learn, to improve, to create the best tome possible. I couldn’t let a few… unusual friends derail that goal.

And right now, in front of me, was a professional who could actually help.

“So the thing is…” I began, “the students I met today. It’s hard for me to focus on my tome when I’m around them.”

@Juia_Darkcrest nodded thoughtfully.

“They were—”

TING TONG

The school bell rang, cutting me off mid-sentence.

I instinctively glanced toward the sound, then turned back to her—

“…..”

She was gone.

Her chair sat empty, slightly pushed back.

I looked toward the door just in time to see her already walking away.

“Sorry, kid. I’m not being paid for overtime,” she said, waving one hand casually without even turning around. “Go take care of your own shit.”

And just like that, she disappeared behind the door.

I stood there in silence.

Slowly, I checked my watch.

5:00 PM sharp.

…Very professional.

---

Later that night, after finally returning to my room and finishing my shower, I was just about to settle down—

TING

My phone chimed.

I picked it up. A message from @eagle_360 sending me a meme.

I let out a small chuckle and put the phone down again, feeling slightly better. At least there was one normal student I met today.

TING

Another message.

Another meme.

I smiled.

TING

Another one.

“Huh?”

TING

Another.

“Why?”

TING TING

Another.

“W-wait—”

TING TING TING TING TING TING TING TING TING

The notifications came in rapid succession. I panicked, quickly turning off my phone and tossing it onto the bed like it was possessed.

“Shit… he’s also not normal,” I muttered, my voice slightly shaken.

After a minute of a deep breath and tried to push it aside.

I sit down at my study desk, I reminded myself what I was supposed to be doing. I still had to work on my tome chapters before going to sleep. It was a habit I had built carefully—one of the few things keeping me on track toward becoming a successful mage.

My half-written tome lay open in front of me, pen already in hand, ready to continue writing using everything I had learned today at SHF Academy.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the lessons.

“….”

I focused harder.

“……….”

Even harder.

And then, as I opened my eyes, it finally hit me.

“Wait… I actually didn’t learn anything.”

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Bimbanana

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CHAPTER 5

It had been a week since I transferred to SHF Academy.

At this point, I was already used to @sleepandeatallday , @AliceMoonvale , and @Pennywise constantly orbiting around me. Whether they were following me, or I had somehow started following them without realizing it, I honestly couldn’t tell anymore.

What I could tell, however, that I. Would. Never. Join. Their. Cat. Cult.

Today, our homeroom teacher @Juia_Darkcrest didn’t show up. Apparently, she had to “entertain some gods,” which sounded like either an excuse or a genuine job responsibility in this academy. Honestly, both were equally likely.

With no supervision, the class naturally dissolved into chaos-lite. Everyone was doing their own thing, and our group was no exception, casually chatting about pointless things.

Across the room, I spotted @Playerkartik at his desk, fully immersed in his controller, playing his favorite Minecraft game. Next to him sat @Puffikki , who, unfortunately, did not share his enthusiasm. As a pink human-TV entity, she wasn’t exactly watching the game.

She was the screen, and she didn’t look thrilled about it.

On the other side of the classroom, a small crowd had gathered around a standing girl who was speaking many lengthy words, her audience listening reverently with admiration.

That was @TinaMigarlo

Blonde, composed, and dressed in casual clothes that somehow still screamed “expensive brands.”. She is a noble, so that’s why she had everything. Beauty, elegant gesture, arrogant tone, aura of entitlement. Everything. Although there’s a rumor flying around that her noble family went broke. Maybe that’s why all her branded items are last year edition?

“I’m going to the toilet,” I said, standing up from my chair.

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The hallway was quiet, as expected during class hours. For once, the academy almost felt normal.

As I walked, I passed by the academy’s principal, @Tony and the vice-principal, @Enkiari who were deep in conversation while moving down the corridor.

The first thing I noticed was how exhausted @Enkiari looked.

Bloodshot eyes, a cup of coffee clutched in one hand, and a clipboard in the other hand, filled with an endless to-do list. He had the unmistakable aura of someone who had long manage the collective stupidity of this academy, whether it came from students or staff. Probably both. Daily.

@Tony , on the other hand, also looked tired. But in a completely different way.

Where @Enkiari looked like he hadn’t slept in days, @Tony looked like he had slept too much. His expression was permanently half-lidded, like he had just woken up from a nap.

Still, rumors said he was actually a powerful archmage. The kind who protected the academy from external threats, handled complaints from other institutions about student behavior doing fan-fictions or translations, and somehow kept the entire place financially afloat with mana-based funding.

Looking at him now, though, it was hard to reconcile that image with the man who looked like he might fall asleep mid-step.

Then again… in this academy, appearances meant absolutely nothing.
 
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Chapter 5

After finishing my business in the men’s room, I stepped outside only to immediately freeze. From the ladies’ room, a figure walked out at the exact same time.

Not just a figure.

THE figure.

@CinnaSloth figure.

Her shirt was slightly unbuttoned, not enough to be careless, just enough to make it obvious it was on purpose. The way it shifted when she moved made it hard to look anywhere else for too long. Her skirt followed her movement tightly, every step controlled, steady, confident.

If @Assurbanipal_II ruled the boys with soft paws and quiet ownership, then @CinnaSloth ruled them with her stilletto heels. The kind that didn’t just step on you, but made you grateful for it. And judging by reputation, they loved when she twist the heel.

She didn’t look around, she didn’t need to. People usually looked at her first.

Including me.

I froze there, staring. And of course she noticed. And instead of ignoring it, she leaned into it.

Her steps slowed not naturally but intentionally. Each step became just a little slower than the last, like she was giving me more time to look… and more time to realize I shouldn’t.

My face started heating up, but I still didn’t move. By the time she reached me, I was already stuck.

“Hey you.”

Her voice was low, steady, and carried the right amount of sexiness.

“Why are you staring at me?” she smiled.

She leaned slightly closer, just enough to close the distance without touching.

I tried—I really tried—to hold eye contact. But my eyes betrayed me, dropping for a split second before snapping back up.

She noticed... Of course she noticed. A small pause from her. Not offended, not surprised. Just… aware.

“Perhaps you also think that…” she said, her finger resting lightly against her lips.

“you can…handle me…”

Then she moved that same finger forward.

“…boy?”

It pressed softly against my chest. My thoughts instantly went to heaven that moment. Like my brain refused to process anything other that one single touch.

Then she straightened, turned and walked past me.

Right before she fully passed, she glanced back just slightly. Letting out a faint smirk and a…degrading eyes. And that somehow made my face burn even more.

I stayed there, unmoving, watching her leave until she disappeared. Only then did it hit me, I didn’t even manage to say anything. Not a single word.

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About fifteen minutes later, I finally made it back to the classroom. The vice principal, @Enkiari , was already there, standing at the front. I quickly returned to my seat.

“Sigh…”

That’s how he started.

“Since you’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the day,” he said, glancing at his clipboard, “I asked another teacher to fill in.”

He lowered it.

“Today you’ll have practical fighting lesson with Professor @JayMark .”

The whole class reacted at once.

“Siiiiigh…”

Not shocked, not scared. Just tired.

Like they already knew how this was going to end.
 
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