An Orc's Transfer Student Journal

Bimbanana

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I will use this thread for a story that i won't post anywhere. It's about an orc transfer student in a otome-setting academy.

Well, basically I'm just practicing my craft here using my observation of you all as the materials. Please don't mind me.
Oh and also i'm the only author here :blob_thor:


CHAPTER 1

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Tomorrow will be my first day at SHF Academy. One of the most prestigious magic schools in the country, where aspiring mages from all races gather to pursue knowledge, enlightenment, and creative excellence.

Today, however, I’m here to finish my registration and take a school tour.

SHF Academy specializes in nurturing mages to create their own magic books.

Students who walk the Path of Light—the ones who produce respectable, conventional works like action, adventure, and other socially acceptable narratives—will create tomes.

Meanwhile, students who walk the Path of Darkness—the ones who prefer… less conventional storytelling choices such as smut and harem—will create grimoires.

At least, that’s how it was explained to me by the student council president @Eldoria , as she introduced herself.

She walked beside me as she guided the tour, her steps light, posture elegant. A human mage girl wearing the classic pointy hat.

There was a gentle floral scent around her. I wasn’t sure if it came from her perfume or from the literal bucket of flowers she carried. She had a soft smile and even softer voice.

“So please, don’t be shy to ask me if you need any advice on writing your tomes, Orc-kun,” Eldoria said warmly.

“Thank you so much, Eldoria,” I replied. “I can’t wait to start my studies tomorrow and meet the students and educators who are focused on the writing craft. Just like you”

She smiled silently.

“Right?”

She didn’t answer.

“…right?” I asked again.

Still no answer. Still the same gentle and perfectly maintained smile.

“…Eldoria?”
 
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We actually had a highschool fanfic of the forums, we called it SHFHSF. It's no longer active and was year ago but it was very lively and even formed it's own clique in that thread.
 

Bimbanana

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We actually had a highschool fanfic of the forums, we called it SHFHSF. It's no longer active and was year ago but it was very lively and even formed it's own clique in that thread.
Oh good then.
But this one is mine, no one is allowed to write the story but me
 

Bimbanana

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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
 

A-Random-Writer

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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
cinema.
 

AliceMoonvale

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Hmm, it seems my assessment is not too far-off :blob_neutral:
I only say it because I get random strangers getting my attention and asking random shit all the time, at least once every day.
I used to work in customer service a decade ago, so I guess I just have customer support face for all insignificant problems that are not my problem. :blob_upset:

(also i'm too old to be in school, and i haaaaated school with the passion of a thousand angry truckers)
 

Bimbanana

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I only say it because I get random strangers getting my attention and asking random shit all the time, at least once every day.
I used to work in customer service a decade ago, so I guess I just have customer support face for all insignificant problems that are not my problem. :blob_upset:
My god... I'm so good at judgin...
 
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Chapter 2

My first day at the academy finally started.

I walked into my new classroom, following my homeroom teacher, @Juia_Darkcrest . She carried herself like someone who had already seen every possible form of stupidity and had built up an immunity to it.

Which, to be fair, felt like a required qualification for this job.

“Now go introduce yourself,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

“My name is Bimbanana,” I said with a polite bow. “Pleasure to meet you all.”

The class responded with…

Nothing.

Some students kept doing whatever they were doing. Others glanced at me briefly, like I was a phone notification they chose to ignore. No one said a word.

“Good, now go take a seat,” @Juia_Darkcrest said.

I nodded and walked to one of the empty chairs, sitting down quietly as she began teaching.

“Hey hey, orc,” a voice whispered excitedly from my right.

I turned.

A cat girl leaned toward me with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Nice to meet you! My name is @sleepandeatallday .”

I shook her hand.

“Hey, do you love cats?” she continued immediately. “Cats are amazing, right? They’re so cute, fluffy, blablabla—”

She kept going.

And going.

And going.

Somehow, her whisper was perfectly calibrated—loud enough for me to hear everything, but not loud enough to get noticed by the teacher.

“Uhh… I’m actually more into dogs,” I said carefully, scratching my cheek.

Her expression changed instantly. The enthusiasm vanished and replaced by pure disgust.

I felt like I had just committed a crime.

“Oh, don’t mind her, orcie,” a voice chimed in from behind me.

I turned around.

A clown.

A literal clown student sat behind me.

“After this, she’ll come to you again and again, trying to pull you into her cat cult,” he said casually. “My name is @Pennywise , by the way.”

I shook his hand.

“Ah, nice to meet you,” I replied.

“Say,” @Pennywise continued, “want a balloon?”

He somehow already had a red balloon in his hand, holding it out toward me.

I felt a small shiver. Maybe it was the way his tone suddenly dipped into something… unsettling when he said that line.

Or maybe it was the blood-like liquid slowly dripping from the hand offering the balloon.

Possibly both.

I decided not to engage further. Instead, I turned to the other cat girl sitting on my left.

She rested her cheek on her palm, staring out the window. Headphones covered her ears, faint music leaking through. Her hair was dyed in multiple colors, and around her wrist hung a bracelet of cute little blob and cat figures—each one oddly clutching a tiny knife or other murderous weapon.

“Uh, hi there,” I said politely.

“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before telling me that cats are great?” @sleepandeatallday complained from my right.
“Why are you trying to talk to @AliceMoonvale before taking my balloon?” @Pennywise complained from behind.

I ignored both of them. Background noise.

I focused on the girl by the window.

“My name is Bimbanana. Pleasure to meet you,” I said, offering my hand.

@AliceMoonvale barely reacted.
She gave me a slow side glance, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.

Then—

“Hmph.” She scoffed.

Then turned her head back toward the window, completely dismissing me. My hand remained hanging in the air for a moment before I slowly pulled it back.

“…right,” I muttered.

“Now back to cats.”
“Now back to balloon.”

@sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise said in unison.

“Sigh…”

That was all I could do.
How did you know I'd like to start a cat cult... :blob_evil:
 
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Bimbanana

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CHAPTER 3

During recess, I went to the cafeteria—or more precisely, I was dragged there by @sleepandeatallday and @Pennywise and @AliceMoonvale , who somehow followed behind without a sound.

The cafeteria looked exactly like a normal school cafeteria. A wide hall filled with long tables, students and educators scattered around, eating and chatting.

On the way in, I spotted @Eldoria sitting at one of the tables.

She was surrounded by several students, calmly guiding them through what looked like a study session. She flipped through their magic books, giving feedback with a gentle, composed expression. Effortless. Graceful. Productive.

I really wanted to sit there to learn something and improve my tome writing.

Unfortunately, I was not given that option.

Instead, I was pulled toward a very different table. It was a table decorated with a gothic tablecloth, small crystal cat figurines, flowers, and various ornaments arranged with surprising care. The overall style leaned heavily into gothic aesthetics, but somehow still ended up looking irresistibly cute.

“I actually don’t mind if I have my lunch alone somewhere,” I said hesitantly.

“No, no,” @sleepandeatallday replied without slowing down. “You need to meet this person. Then you’ll fully understand the awesomeness of cats.”

When we arrived, @Pennywise and @AliceMoonvale took their seats without hesitation, as if this had always been their designated spot. I remained standing for a moment, unsure whether I should sit or not.

Then @sleepandeatallday suddenly pointed behind me.

“There she is,” she said cheerfully.

I turned—and paused.

Another cat girl had just entered the cafeteria. But unlike the high-energy, sugar-fueled teenager currently next to me, this one was…

Mesmerizing.

She wore a beautiful, regal Chinese dress and held a delicate fan in her hand, suggesting a smile hidden behind the fan that covered half her face.

As she moved through the room, she drew attention without trying. Several male students glanced at her, then quickly looked away, noticeably flustered.

Her movement was smooth. Effortless. Without walking.

…Wait.

Without walking?

When I glanced down I realized there’s a student carrying her on his shoulders like she was a champion.

The carrier himself was… an ent. Technically. But also not quite. Because instead of bark and branches, he was a mushroom. And his overall form was… pixelated.

When they reached our table, the mushroom boy carefully lowered her down with gentleness.

“Waifie! We have arrived!” he declared enthusiastically.

“Yay,” the cat girl replied.

“Waifie! Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Do you want catnip? Or what do you want?” he continued, his voice filled with eager devotion.

@Agentt catnip pweasee” the cat girl said adorably.

“I’ll go to the kitchen and bring your favorite catnip,” he said heroically.

Weirdly enough, I couldn’t help but notice that no matter how passionately and lovingly the mushroom boy treated her, the cat girl didn’t seem particularly interested in returning the same energy.

“Yay,” she said.

That was it.

The catgirl watch as the mushroom boy hurried off toward the kitchen. Then her attention shifted.

“Is this the mew student you messaged me about, @sleepandeatallday ?” she asked in a soft, cute voice.

“Yes, catto!” @sleepandeatallday replied proudly. “Catto, meet Bimbanana!”

Then she turned to me.

“Bimbanana! Behold, catto @Assurbanipal_II !”

“Ah… nice to—”

I didn’t get to finish. Before I could complete the sentence, she had already moved closer.

Too close.

Leaning in slightly, she studied me—not just looking, but almost as if she was taking in my scent, the way a cat would. When she pulled back, her eyes were gleaming with interest.

“Muscle man, lift me,” @Assurbanipal_II said, her tone light and adorable.

“Uh… okay…” I answered, unsure but complying anyway.

I lifted her carefully onto my shoulder, and she settled there with surprising ease, as if she had done this many times before.

The moment she sat, I felt it immediately—she was light, soft, and carried a faint sweet scent that made the whole situation feel strangely… comfortable.

“Yay, I’m tall,” she said happily.

And yet, underneath that, something didn’t sit right. Being this close to her gave me a subtle but unmistakable feeling that I couldn’t quite explain. Like I was being… owned?

“See, orcie?” @sleepandeatallday said smugly. “Cats are adorable, right?”

“Muscle man,” @Assurbanipal_II called again, her voice quieter this time.

“Uh, y-yes?” I replied.

She leaned just slightly, her voice still gentle—but now carrying a sharp tone that hadn’t been there before.

“Since you’re strong, can you crush my… enyamies?”

I froze. What had just felt cute now carried something else entirely.

Why did that sound dangerous? Why did it feel like agreeing would come with consequences I didn’t fully understand?

I glanced toward @Pennywise and @AliceMoonvale, hoping for some kind of reaction, but both of them were completely absorbed in their own thing. One is coloring a colorbook, other is writing a rhyme. That, somehow, made it worse.

Panic settled in. Carefully, I lifted @Assurbanipal_II off my shoulder and placed her back down.

“Ah… I think I need to get my lunch before recess is over,” I said.

It was obviously a lie, but it was the only one I had.

I walked away quickly—not running, but not exactly taking my time either. As I put some distance between us, I couldn’t help but glance back for a moment.

@Assurbanipal_II and @sleepandeatallday were both watching me.

@Assurbanipal_II were smiling. But there was something in her eyes that made me feel like a… prey.

I turned away immediately and kept walking until I was fully out of their sight. Only then did I let out a breath.

“Phew… those cats are dangerous…” I muttered, stopping behind a corner.

I stayed there for a moment, letting myself calm down before stepping out again—and nearly bumping into another student.

Just a black cat boy holding a book with his name @Alski written on it. Nothing particularly strange or unsettling about him. Compared to everything I had seen so far, he felt almost reassuring. Completely normal.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” I said politely, offering a small smile.

He looked at me for a brief moment. Then—

“Bitch.” He said.

I stood there in silence.

Somewhere deep inside, I cried. Why was there not a single normal cat in this school?
 
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