He was now at school—Summerfall High—the main setting of the anime and the place where most of the important characters were. This wasn't just any school; it was one of the top schools in all of Tokyo. However, there was more to it than what met the eye.
At first glance, Summerfall High looked like an average Japanese high school. But in reality, it was anything but ordinary.
This school secretly trained magical girls because, in this world, only girls—or generally women—could wield magical abilities to protect the world, themselves, and those they cared about.
There were no magical boys—until the protagonist of the anime, Tatsuya, appeared. He became the first and only magical boy. It was an unusual concept, and his transformation gave him a more feminine appearance, which ended up drawing a certain type of fan in his original world—a fact that embarrassed him endlessly.
I'm screwed, aren't I? There's no way out of this, he thought, sitting by the window and gazing outside.
The breeze slipped through the slightly open window, softly stirring his white hair. It caught strands of it, lifting them gently into the air before they settled back in place. The warm wind felt comforting, but it couldn't blow away the heavy thoughts weighing on his mind. Ever since he woke up that morning, his head had been filled with the same question: how could he keep himself safe in this world? But no solution came to him.
At least I could jump out the window if a monster attacks during school hours, he mused, the corners of his lips twitching into a faint, humorless smile. Though, honestly, I just hope nothing attacks at all.
Monsters, in this world, usually can't attack during the day. This is because of a powerful spell cast long ago by the first magical girl, Espera, which prevents them from entering populated areas while the sun is out. They only roam freely at night. Monsters are naturally drawn to magical girls—or in this case, magical boys like Tatsuya. If ordinary people happen to witness a monster attack, the magical girls use their abilities to erase their memories.
Some monsters, however, are exceptions to the rule. They can attack during the day, but only in remote or isolated areas. It takes an exceptionally powerful monster to breach the barrier and attack cities during daylight hours. When this happens, magical girls cleverly disguise the damage as natural disasters or gas explosions to keep their existence a secret. Interestingly, this detail was never fully explained in the anime.
Knowing my luck, I'd probably end up caught in one of those rare attacks. Better not take chances, He thought grimly. After all, if he could transmigrate into the anime, anything could happen.
Ding!
The sharp sound of the school bell brought him out of his thoughts. His attention shifted to the door as the homeroom figure walked in.
She was stunning.
Her long brown hair framed her fair skin, and her kind, brown eyes softened her formal black suit and pants. She carried herself with confidence, setting her books on the desk.
Isn't she...
"Good morning, everyone. I'm your new homeroom figure. You can call me Miss Yuki Hoda," she said with a bright smile.
One of the students raised their hand, breaking Ezakiel's thoughts. "What happened to Mr. Hiroshi, Miss Hoda?"
Miss Hoda's expression shifted to a more somber tone. "Unfortunately, Mr. Hiroshi had to leave due to family matters," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.
Ezakiel, however, wasn't buying it. What a bold lie. I have to admit, she's good at setting the mood, though her acting could use some improvement.
After all, the original homeroom teacher was already dead by this time, according to the plot of the anime.
He had been killed in a monster attack, and Yuki was only here to temporarily fill his role until a permanent replacement could be found. She didn't care about the students, nor did she care about the man who was killed. Most magical girls were like that—detached from the emotions of others, unless it involved someone close to them. Their hearts were often hollow, and many of them weren't exactly stable either.
To say they weren't "right in the head" was putting it as nicely as possible.
Miss Hoda clapped her hands together. "Now, let's start with introductions. Especially from the student sitting by the window in the second row," she said, turning her gaze directly at him. The entire class followed her eyes.
"Me?" Ezakiel asked, pointing at himself.
"Yes, you," Yuki confirmed, a playful smile on her face. "You were staring at me, after all."
"Oh... I'm Ezakiel," he said, introducing the name of the body he now inhabited.
"Ezakiel... a foreign student?" Yuki asked curiously.
"Yes, but it's temporary," he replied, carefully choosing his words.
"So, you'll transfer to another school soon?"
"Sort of. I haven't decided yet," he added with a firm tone.
"I see. And your appearance—is this natural?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Side effects of being an albino," Ezakiel said plainly.
"I see," Yuki replied with a thoughtful nod. "Alright, you may sit down."
Thank goodness that's over, Ezakiel sighed internally as he slumped back into his seat.
Before Yuki could move on to the next student, the room's speaker system crackled to life.
"All first-year students are asked to gather in the school auditorium immediately. There is an important announcement."
Yuki clapped her hands again, bringing everyone's attention back to her. "Well, I guess introductions will have to wait. Let's go! Quickly now, to the auditorium!"
At that moment, a crucial memory flashed into his mind.
Isn't this the time when...
His eyes widened in fear.
Hell no! I'm not going there!
Acting quickly, he clutched his stomach, twisting his face into an expression of pain while groaning loudly, as if he was in serious distress.
Yuki noticed immediately. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tone calm but curious, as she observed his pained look.
"No," he replied in a weak, trembling voice, one that carried the weight of his supposed suffering. "My stomach... it hurts so bad..."
Yuki sighed, her voice neutral and unshaken. "You two, quickly grab him and take him to the school infirmary," she instructed, waving her hand at two nearby students.
The students obeyed, each slipping one of his arms over their shoulders to help him walk as they carried him out of the classroom.
As they made their way down the hall, Ezakiel couldn't help but think, Geez, at least pretend to care about your students' well-being. Not that I actually care, but still...