You stepped cautiously through the wide, unfamiliar halls, your backpack feeling heavier with each step. The bustling noise of students talking and laughing only made you more nervous. This was your first day at this huge school, and you had no idea where my class was. The walls were adorned with posters you didn’t recognize, and the smell of something that could only be described as "school lunch" wafted in the air.

You wandered a bit further, my eyes scanning for any sign of direction. That's when you saw them—a group of students clustered together, laughing and talking. Maybe they could help you find your way.

You took a deep breath and approached them, about to ask for directions. But before you could get a word out, one guy jumped forward, his face lighting up like he'd just won a prize.

"Oh my god! Finally, someone wants to be a new member of our club!" He grinned widely, clasping his hands together. "So lovely! Of course you can join!!"

Your mouth hung open in confusion. "Wait, what?" you stammered, unsure of what was happening.

But he was already grabbing my arm, pulling me toward a classroom. "You’ll love it! It’s a great place, trust me."

We entered, and your eyes widened. The room didn’t look like any classroom you'd ever seen—it looked more like a cafe. A very strange one at that. The counters were filled with coffee machines and pastries, but what caught my attention immediately was the staff. Every single worker behind the counter was a guy.

You hesitated, noticing the oddity, but said nothing. Something felt off, but you couldn’t put my finger on it. The guy beside me seemed entirely unbothered, his grin never fading.

"Welcome to the club!" he said enthusiastically.

It only hit you then—his entire excitement seemed to hinge on the idea that I was, well, one of them. He wasn’t just inviting you in as a new member; he seemed to think you were a guy, too.