Chapter 3

It has already been a week since starting the school year, and it could not possibly go any better! The homeroom teacher is strict, but endearing...like a mother, I guess. The PE teacher is energetic and carefree. I can't help but laugh anytime she gives the school council president an extra scolding for performing lower than most of the other students, despite his strong suit being in another category. The chemistry lab professor is a pretty nice guy, but tends to say weird stuff, but...oh-that's a story for another time. It seems this year will be the start of friendship, hope, and possibly love, even if it isn't the opposite sex.

The bell for first period rang. As I left homeroom, a pink haired "girl" sped out from behind me down the hallway, in tears, holding their pants, as they seemed torn at one side. As they had made a beeline for the bathroom, I noticed three things. One: "She" was wearing a boy's uniform, two: The pants area had a HUGE tear in the seams of the legs, and three: for such a slender upper frame, "she" wore an incredibly huge pair of pants.

As "she" ran to the restrooms, I noticed they were about to enter the boy's restroom. I instinctively hollered out "Excuse me miss, but that's the wrong restroom!". The next few minutes were but a blur, as they stopped and stood still for an uncomfortable five or so seconds, then they turned their head around slowly towards me, and said only one word: "WHAT."

The thing I said next are some of the words I regret the most having ever said. "W-well you are a girl, right? Your bathroom is just one door down, ma'am." In hindsight, "ma'am" was really what sealed it, as "she" slowly walked towards me, still holding their pants. I was afraid to look, as they were both wearing a male uniform, and SUPER pissed off, but could not help but notice a pair of gargantuan hips swaying with each furious step towards me. I had truly never seen anything of that caliber, and could not help but awe at my approaching doom.
"She" was truly centauresque compared to other women.

As "she" pushed "her" slender body up to mine, and looked up at me with a fury in "her" yellow eyes, I noticed "her" face was super adorable, and tried not to smile at it, for this was no laughing matter. Looking at the rest of "her" in full view, I noticed the boyish, but cute pink hair that complimented the face. "Last chance. What. Did. You. Say?", was what came out of their mouth. I didn't get a chance to finish, as I started with "Sumimasen. M-ma'am, the girl's bathro-". A loud cry of "BAKA!" pierced my ears, as a hard object pierced my jigglies. I fell down, and lost composure for a few seconds, watching "her" sway to the restroom in a victorious huff, and heard "her" give off one last high pitched huff while looking at me from the doorway of the men's restroom as "she" proceeds to step all of the way inside, and my consciousness fades.

I woke up in the nurse's office a hour later, and noticed a girl sitting beside me. Startled, I promptly screamed "Who-?". She shushed me, saying "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. My name's Saya, and I'm a student assistant to the school nurse.". Relieved, I told her my name, and asked how I got here. "I found you collapsed on the ground. Me and your homeroom teacher carried you here.", she answered. I then asked "What about that pink haired tomboy bancho? She's the reason why I'm here in the first place". "I don't know any girls that fit that description.", she answered. She cocked her head to the side, and inquired for further details. It took mention of their prominent lower half to spark a sense of dread in her. "O-oh, no...he did it again. What will I do with him?" Curious, I asked what she meant. She replied "You messed with Miri-chan. He's a dear friend of mine, but he does a lot of things that makes enemies. I would steer clear of him if I were you." "Noted.", I thank her. "Due to your injuries, we'll have to dismiss you early. Be sure to head home and get some rest...and maybe an ice pack. Gomenasai! I will talk to him about this. I promise.", she lowers her head. I tell her to think nothing of it.

As I head home, I notice the new issue of Ninja Cyborg is out, so I head in. I ask the cashier for a copy, and he says it's sold out. Not wanting to leave empty handed, I head over to the comic section, and notice a short red haired girl with tan skin in a shorter skirt reading the Flash. I ask her what issue, and she looks up at me. I notice that she looks really similar to someone in our school, but decide not to ask. We talk about whether or not Superman can outrun him and other hero things for about a hour, then we both exit with a New 52 copy. We exchange digits, then head our separate ways.

I hobble home, then promptly fall in bed. Exhausted and tired, I look at the ceiling until my eyes close. The year really could not possibly go any better.