I ran like hell.
Seriously, I don't rember the last ti I pushed my body this hard—but after everything that's happened recently, I wasn't about to miss another damn class.
By the ti I reached college, I was drenched in sweat and half-dead, but sohow, I made it.
No magical chaos. No dragons. No talking kids.
Just... normal people doing normal things.
Thank god.
I strolled into the building, forcing myself to breathe casually like I didn't just run a marathon. The mont I stepped into class, I was greeted by the usual chatter, my friends waving from the back.
I took my seat on the last bench, right by the window.
Why the last bench?
Simple.
From there, I could secretly admire my crush in peace.
There she was—Fiona.
Black hair tied in a lazy bun. Amber eyes that seed to glow when sunlight hit them. Elegant, quiet, always with her nose in a book.
She was the kind of girl who looked like she belonged in a painting, not in a noisy college.
And ?
Well... I had plans. Dozens of confession plans. Written, revised, rehearsed in front of mirrors. All useless now.
Because just as I was building up courage, she ca into my life.
That damn lizard...(Dragon)
Ugly. Obnoxious. Terrifying.
...Okay, maybe not ugly.
She's kinda—no, exactly my type.
Tall. Strong. Wild. Sharp-eyed.
Crap. Focus, idiot! Not the ti to question your tastes.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and opened my notebook.
Maybe I should just focus on getting through today.
Then—our eyes t.
Fiona's.
She looked at .
My entire soul went still.
My friends nudged , grinning like idiots.
"She looked at you, bro!"
"Go talk to her!"
Inner :Talk to her? I'm MARRIED now. What am I supposed to say? 'Hey, want to get coffee with a guy who woke up with a wife, a daughter, and a dragon tail in his bed?'
As I battled my inner breakdown, our teacher walked in.
Sir: "Alright, today we're learning how to prepare French-style Roast Chicken."
My eyes lit up.
Elena—my adorable little princess—loved chicken. This was fate. I sat up straighter, ready to absorb every word like my life depended on it.
Note to self: use extra butter. Cut the chicken into butterfly slices. dium heat oil—never too hot.
My face must've looked ridiculous. I could feel people staring.
"Why is he so excited about chicken?"
"Is this his passion or sothing?"
Yes. It was for my daughter. And maybe to prove to a certain soone that I could cook better than raw at on a plate.
But just as I started writing down instructions—
A voice pierced the air.
"Papa! Where are you?!"
My hand froze.
No.
No no no no no.
Not here.
Please, anything but this.
I turned my head. Slowly. Praying I was hearing things.
And then...
She walked in.
Erza.
The Dragon Queen.
Majestic. Beautiful. Tall. Graceful. Dressed like she walked out of a fantasy novel.
The air in the room changed.
Everyone stared.
"Who is that?"
"Is she a model?"
"Why is she here?"
"Wait... is she from a drama set or sothing?"
She didn't say anything. Her eyes scanned the room like a predator looking for prey.
Then—
Elena followed.
Adorable as ever. Hair tied in little pigtails. Wide eyes.
"Mama! Where's Papa?"
And just like that, all eyes turned to the front of the classroom.
Directly at the teacher.
Class: "SIR! YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
Teacher (panicking): "W-WHAT?! No! I'm only thirty! I—I don't even have a girlfriend!"
Students: "Then whose kid is that?!"
"She's calling soone Papa!"
I was already halfway under the desk.
Heart pounding. Hands shaking.
This was a nightmare.
A living, breathing, scaly-tailed nightmare.
I curled up under the bench, trying to beco invisible.
I wasn't hiding.
I was... strategically avoiding public humiliation.
That's right.
Totally tactical.
"Papa! Why are you hiding?"
Her voice rang across the classroom like a gunshot in a church.
Silence.
A silence so sharp, it could cut steel.
Every single person in the room stopped breathing.
"Did she just call him... Papa?"
I slowly peeked out from under the desk.
Mistake.
Everyone in the class was looking right at —wide-eyed, shocked, like I'd just confessed to murder.
"Yuuta... you're married?!"
"What the actual hell—when?! How?!"
Panic spread like wildfire.
Phones ca out.
Gasps. Screams. Whispering chaos.
And right at the center of it all—
Fiona.
She looked at like I'd personally stabbed her in the heart with a spoon.
"You betrayed ..." she whispered.
What?!
Excuse ?!
You rejected multiple tis, woman!
You said you needed a "proper proposal."
You said "Do it right if you're going to do it."
And now I'm the bad guy?!
Before I could react, Erza stepped forward like a goddess descending from her cloud of misunderstanding.
"Honey," she said sweetly, "I just wanted to let you know—I'll be staying in this world for a few months while I recover."
I stared at her, dead inside.
"You ca all the way here... just to say that?"
"Couldn't you have waited at ho?"
More gasps.
"Did he just say ho?"
"They live together?!"
My friend? Already passed out in his chair like a ghost escaped his body.
Strangely, no one comnted on the fact that Erza and Elena had horns and wings. Probably so weird magical concealnt—because to them, she just looked like a jaw-dropping model and Elena like the cutest kid on earth.
Even our teacher looked like he was on the verge of passing out.
Then—
Elena walked forward, confused.
"Daddy... is Elena not cute? Why are people looking like that? Did Mama and I do sothing bad...?"
My heart cracked.
I knelt down, took her hand gently, and patted her head.
"No, my princess. They're just shocked. Because they didn't think it was possible for soone to be this cute."
She bead. My heart almost exploded.
Click. Click.
Phones.
So many phones.
They were taking pictures of .
Of Erza.
Of us.
Erza's face flushed slightly at my complint—but of course, she quickly turned away with her usual cold tone.
"I'll head ho now. Sorry for causing trouble."
I didn't even think. It just slipped out.
"Be careful on the way."
She paused. Just for a second.
Then she left.
And once the door closed—
All hell broke loose.
The class turned on like wolves eyeing their prey.
The mont Erza and Elena left, I thought the chaos was over.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
Before I could even catch my breath, a group of girls—led by Fiona herself—cornered like I was the final boss in a dating sim gone horribly wrong.
They didn't drag .
No.
They escorted with cold smiles and glowing eyes full of murder.
I was guided—politely, terrifyingly—into the ho economics storage room. The lights flickered. The air slled like bleach and broken dreams.
They sat down on a chair.
Then they tied .
Again.
> "This feels excessive," I muttered.
Fiona stood directly in front of , arms crossed, lips pursed, eyes wet.
The other girls flanked her like magical girl generals about to summon a divine punishnt beam.
> "Yuuta," one said, voice sharp, "care to explain?"
> "Yeah," another added. "That was your kid, right? And that... woman?"
> "You're twenty," a third hissed. "Do you even realize what that implies?! If she's three then you... you had her at fifteen?!"
> "Wait, no—sixteen."
> "Still illegal!"
My hands went up instinctively.
> "She's not biologically mine! I an, I didn't— It's complicated! She's from another world and—"
I froze.
Too much.
Too fast.
They squinted.
> "Another world?"
> "Did he just say fantasy drama logic?"
> "Is this a roleplay thing?"
> "Wait... is he delusional?"
I cleared my throat.
> "She's from my hotown. Rural area. She just talks weird, okay?"
Fiona stepped forward. Her voice shook.
> "Yuuta... I trusted you."
My mouth went dry. "You... trusted ?"
> "I liked you," she whispered. "Even when you were weird. Even when you kept staring at from the back bench."
> "I—I did not stare! I was... observing!"
> "You could've told ," she said. "Before getting married."
Married?! I was barely keeping my sanity intact!
> "You rejected six tis!" I blurted. "Each ti you said, 'Try sothing unique.' I got married by accident and now you're jealous?!"
Dead silence.
One of the girls muttered, "Wait. He... confessed?"
Another girl checked her notes. "Six tis. Confird."
Fiona's face turned red. "That's not the point! You were supposed to do sothing cool! Not suddenly have a fantasy wife and daughter!"
The others tried to calm her down.
> "Fiona, breathe..."
> "We still don't know if this is real..."
> "Maybe it's just cosplay?"
I sat there, tied to a chair, while a classroom-wide emotional lawsuit was being filed against .
Eventually, Fiona wiped her eyes and stepped back.
The other girls gave one last long stare.
Then, slowly... they untied .
> "You're free to go," one said.
> "For now," another added darkly.
> "We'll be watching."
I stepped out of the room like a prisoner on parole, heart pounding, soul limping.
Finally. Peace.
Until I turned the corner—
And got kidnapped by the boys.
Again.
Why nowwwww Seriously, Erza
I am going to take revenge my mark word.!
Erza and Elena strolled down the sidewalk like nothing had happened.
Elena humd softly, swinging her arms.
Erza glanced back at the classroom window, smiled faintly, and whispered to herself:
"This is my revenge, mortal husband... tease again, and I'll bring the whole kingdom next ti."
She let out a quiet, evil laugh.
"Hahahaha..."
And with that, the Queen and Princess walked off into the sunset...
Leaving Yuuta behind to deal with the wreckage they called "a normal school visit."
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