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What are we constructing? I have some spare CAT machinery.
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What are we constructing? I have some spare CAT machinery.
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.”
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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