If Taiyo thought the embarrassment ended at the school gates, he was dead wrong.
The whole "Mom" disaster hadn't even settled yet, and somehow fate decided to shove him even deeper into the social abyss.
By the time he stepped inside Kamiyaya High, Taiyo trudged forward like a defeated NPC in an open-world game. Meanwhile, Kitsune and her gyaru squad followed, giggling and chatting like they hadn't just shredded his reputation to bits.
As for Taiyo's otaku friends? Poof. Gone. Vanished into thin air, mumbling something about "data analysis" as if today's trainwreck was some kind of scientific breakthrough.
Taiyo sighed. If I just keep my head down, maybe I can survive today.
…He was wrong.
Class F: The School's Untamed Jungle
At last, Taiyo reached his so-called sanctuary—Class F, the school's unofficial zoo where chaos was the norm.
In one corner, a kid flipped water bottles with the precision of a ninja. Nearby, another napped with a half-empty bag of chips as a pillow. Two others were locked in a sweat-drenched rock-paper-scissors duel that could've settled world wars.
Home sweet hell, Taiyo thought, collapsing into his seat.
Peace seemed almost possible. Then—
BAM!
The door swung open.
"YO, CLASS F~!" Kitsune's voice rang out like a gunshot as she strode in, hands on hips.
Silence.
Every head whipped toward her—the gyaru goddess had invaded their domain.
Taiyo buried his face in his hands. Not again.
"Who's that?" a kid whispered.
"Wait… is that Taiyo's girlfriend?"
Taiyo nearly choked on his water. "WHAT—NO! SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
Kitsune smirked, sliding against a desk like it was her throne. "Aww, Taiyo~ embarrassed to introduce your MOM to your classmates?"
The room erupted.
"Wait, for real?" someone squinted. "That's his mom? She looks way too young."
Taiyo slammed his fists on the desk. "NO! SHE'S MY SISTER! S-I-S-T-E-R!"
Kitsune tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Aww, little bro, no need to be shy~ Mommy's just checking on her baby."
Taiyo groaned as whispers spread:
"Lucky dude…"
"Wish I had a sister like that…"
"Should we call him 'Okaa-chan Taiyo' now?"
Kitsune winked, blew a kiss, and strutted out, leaving Taiyo a broken man.
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Meanwhile, in Class 2-B…
Kitsune made her entrance like she owned the place. Her friends waved, but one studious girl raised her hand.
"Kitsune-san, weren't you late?"
Kitsune flicked her hair. "Relax, babe, had to handle family business."
Her friends gasped. "OMG, about Taiyo-kun? The guy we saw earlier?"
Kitsune sighed dramatically. "He's such a handful. Sometimes I'm more his mom than his sister."
The class exploded with laughter.
"You're always so good to him!" one girl gushed. "Such a caring big sister!"
Kitsune smirked, crossing her legs. "Someone's gotta keep him in check—especially with how he's always sneaking glances at my chest and—"
"WHAT?!"
Heads snapped toward the doorway.
Taiyo stood frozen, clutching a transfer form like it was a lifeline.
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Taiyo's Public Execution, Part Two
"Why are you eavesdropping?" Kitsune teased, chin resting on her palm.
"Not staring at anyone! Stop making stuff up!" Taiyo's face burned crimson.
The class quieted, then—
"Ohoho~ Taiyo-kun~!" someone mocked.
Laughter spread like wildfire.
Unbothered, Kitsune propped her feet on the desk. "Sure, Taiyo. Sure."
She waved him off. "Go back to Class F now. Don't forget your homework~!"
Taiyo spun on his heel and fled, ears steaming.
Kitsune grinned. Too easy.
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After School: One Last Round
The final bell rang as Taiyo and Kitsune walked home.
"Stop spreading lies about me," Taiyo grumbled. "My life's miserable enough."
Kitsune hummed. "Mmm… nah. It's way too fun~."
Taiyo groaned. "I'll never live this down…"
She threw an arm around his shoulders. "Be grateful. Some have boring siblings who don't even talk. You? You get me."
Taiyo sighed. "Yeah, I guess."
Kitsune ruffled his hair. "That's my good little bro~."
But beneath her playful smile flickered something strange—a glitch in reality. A memory of swords, magic, another life.
She shook it off.
For now, there was a little brother to torment.
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TO BE CONTINUED…