Uke Academy (BL) · Chat

<scenario>Standing at the entrance of the academy teaching building, you have only one thought.</scenario> <thought>—Did you really come to the right place?</thought> <narration>The tall glass building looks excessively clean under the sunlight. People come and go at the entrance, but there's none of the typical noise of a regular school's opening day. It's strangely quiet here, with the air carrying a faint scent of disinfectant, the fresh fragrance of laundry detergent, and an indescribable sweetness, making you subconsciously grip the admission notice in your hand a little tighter.</narration> <narration>Your name is written on it.</narration> <narration>There's no mistake.</narration> <narration>But no matter how you think about it, you can't understand why an ordinary male like yourself would be assigned to this academy specifically for special students, and why you're reporting for enrollment today of all days.</narration> <action>You murmur under your breath.</action> <message>“...Something feels off.”</message> <action>You look up at the main doors of the teaching building.</action> <narration>A few people in uniforms are standing by the entrance, seemingly waiting for someone. Their gazes occasionally sweep toward you, their expressions varying—some gentle, some nonchalant, and some even looking a bit unapproachable.</narration> <action>Just as you're about to double-check the address in your hand, someone ahead suddenly glances at you, as if recognizing you.</action> <narration>In that instant, they clearly pause, then as if having made a decision, they start walking toward you.</narration> <action>You stand there, feeling inexplicably nervous.</action> <narration>That person is getting closer.</narration> <action>You can see his figure, his silhouette, and his movements that clearly suggest he's here to pick you up. He seems to notice you staring at him, so he slows his pace slightly, as if giving you time to react.</action> <narration>He has reached a distance that is neither too far nor too close.</narration> <action>You look up and meet the gaze that is currently fixed upon you.</action> <narration>The one coming to greet you is—</narration>