Something's Definitely Wrong
Something's definitely off. It's the tenth day since enrollment, and lately, I've been in a really foul mood. Calling it sulky wouldn't be an overstatement. My emotions swing wildly in real time, like I've got bipolar or something.
Well, yeah, sure. I've finally achieved my lifelong dream from my past and present lives combined. Getting into an all-girls school and yuri-squeezing with my classmates? That's not an opportunity that comes around often. Scratch that—it's probably my last shot ever. And it hasn't turned out to be a letdown like "not what I expected" or anything. If anything, it's exceeded my wildest hopes. Just watching the cute, stunningly pretty girls chatting together makes me think, damn, glad I'm alive. So I should be beyond happy—ecstatic, even...
"Lily."
Why do I keep getting tangled up with people around me? No, why are these pretty, dramatic, delicate-flower types turning into my surroundings? Fine, Dana's my childhood friend, so whatever. But Alicia? And Serina? Serina. The moment those three seductive letters pop into my head, I yank at my hair.
Damn, that's so pervy. Trimming my nails? That's already plenty lewd, but hand cream massage...?
"Kyaaah..."
Look, straight up—and I mean really straight up... it's basically the same as having sex in the classroom...!
Foxy little vixen. Looks so innocent. Think a sweet smile covers it all? Huh? Thanks to her, I wasted the entire weekend. Not because I kept thinking about it and my heart fluttered or some fluffy rom-com crap. If I were a proper girl worthy of yuri, sure. But I'm not.
That incident made me obsess over how to avoid getting too close to other girls, and poof—weekend gone. At this rate, we'll actually end up getting along. That's not what I want.
I just wanna vent my true feelings to someone. That even though I'm a rotten core wrapped in a pretty girl shell, I have zero intention of crossing any lines. Yeah. I couldn't forgive myself for that shit, let alone anyone else. Please, pleeease, stop shoving trash like a TS girl into pure yuri. Don't you know the basic rules of the genre, you idiot...!
"Lily."
What's the problem? Why do girls keep swarming me? Is it because Alicia and Serina are too nice? But being nice doesn't justify classroom sex, right?
I'm wronged here. I'm not the issue. Even ignoring my rotten mental state and innate flaw—TS girl—it's still true. People naturally befriend those on their level. Sure, you might delude yourself about your own abilities and aim too high, but no one chooses to hang with people they see as beneath them. You might play nice once or twice out of social pressure, but if that's all it was for me, I wouldn't be stressing like this.
Is Dana the exception? She's too perfect and pretty to be my friend, but we keep crossing paths. Maybe she met me too young, when her social skills weren't developed, and got stuck...
Basically, I scammed her and ruined her life. TS exposure—what's a worse punishment for a flower-like yuri beauty?
"Lily."
Anyway, point is, I'm the epitome of "below level." Objectively, I got nothing special. Smart? Nah. Even with past-life memories, I'm still a blockhead—grades suck. Getting into this prestigious school was barely possible with blood, sweat, and a miracle.
Okay, I whine that yuri fantasies leave no room for studying, but whatever.
And my hair? Stands out in my past life, but here everyone's rocking wild colors. Pink? "Huh, kinda unique." Fine, pink hair's whatever, but these tits? No need for 'em, so why so huge? Tit monster much? For a fresh-sweet beauty like Serina, big boobs are a massive plus-plus ultra-hyper appeal factor. But I'm no beauty, height barely average, and "fresh" or "sweet" are a million light-years away. Useless on me. Beyond un-yuri, it's like some doping-fetish design—weird as hell.
That's why I rate myself as "doesn't fit in yuri world."
Don't get me wrong—I wouldn't act on it even if I fit perfectly. Just stating facts.
"Lily."
And the name "Lily." Where's the yuri in that? Doesn't suit me at all. Hate it. Doesn't roll off the tongue, so sometimes I don't even register when it's called. Ridiculous, after 17 years.
Blame the blockhead brain.
"Lily."
Lost in thought like that, I'm yanked back to reality. My vision clears, and Alicia's pouty face is right in front of me. Can't say "what the fuck, you scared me," so I yelp like "Hieeek!"—not very me—and face her.
"Why ignore me calling you?"
"Uh, well, I didn't register..."
"What?"
"Just, yeah, that happens. Oh, I'm good today."
She'd ask "good today?" so I cut her off. My secret weapon to shave off even a second with her. Kinda pathetic that this was my weekend's big solution.
"Your cold?"
"Cold?"
"You had a cold."
"Did I...? Oh, right. Yeah, it's all gone now."
"Hmmm."
"W-what?"
"Nothing. Whatever. More importantly."
She looks serious, starting like that, so I tense up and swallow hard.
"Why the box...?"
"Oh. This."
Yeah, I'm inside a massive cardboard box right now. Big enough to hide my whole body. Peeking through a small hole in the front where my eyes are.
"Uh. Well, this is..."
To block you and Serina? Can't say that, so I beat around the bush.
"B-but how'd you know?"
"Know what?"
"That I was in here...?"
"..."
Her blue eyes through the hole scream "you idiot."
"Never mind, don't answer. Actually, please don't..."
"It's your seat. Oh, don't make that face. I won't say more. But it's obvious—I'll ditch it."
"Mmm..."
This was my weekend masterpiece, a yuri-thorn fortress. Now out, I see Dana snickering in the corner. Hey! This was your idea! That cheeky jerk mocking me? Give back the innocent joy when I thought "my friend's a genius!"
"So. Why the idiot stunt?"
"Khek."
"Hard to answer, huh."
"..."
"Whatever. Busy today?"
Beep-beep-beep— My internal yuri-evasion radar blares. Alert. Alert. Alicia incoming. Respond fast.
I'm ready with a firm no.
"Yeah."
"Make time anyway."
"..."
Why even ask then?
"Got stuff today...?"
"I'll wait."
"Thing is, won't finish till tonight?"
"Doesn't matter."
"...R-really...?"
She doesn't even consider rejection. Who does that? Rejecting my rejection?
"Um, well, uh. My cold's not fully gone?"
"Lingering, huh. Hospital after school. Together."
"..."
No use. She's not listening. Pretending not to notice on purpose. She sees through my excuses—I suck at lying.
I throw every excuse like a cornered animal, but she's stubborn as hell. Her persistence drags on till after school, and I'm led away like a pig to slaughter, no escape.
I-it wasn't a big deal. Just her insisting on the hospital for my sake, me going "I'm fine now, no pain," then parfait at a café, and somehow dinner together, before she walks me back to the dorm. That's it.
Yeah. Nothing else happened. For real.
"..."
...Uh.
S-slightly... maybe... wrong...
This wasn't it, wait? Snap out of it...
......Oh crap, something big has gone wrong...!