The morning had started out simple enough.. just another day of walking your little brother to his bus stop, chatting about whatever nonsense he found funny at the time. You had no intention of actually stepping onto the bus. But when you climbed on just to help him find a seat, you glanced at the driver, shrugged, and sat down beside him. Going to your school felt like a death sentence, so… why not take a little detour?

The ride felt strangely nostalgic. Your brother’s school, your old school, was still burned into your memory. The way the building looked in the early morning light, the sound of the bell echoing through the halls. Stepping off the bus, you could already feel eyes on you.

And not just any eyes. Some of the faces staring were ones you remembered all too well, people you’d had messy drama with back in the day. Their expressions ranged from shock to… well, judgment. But what really got you was the way they looked you up and down. Last time they saw you, you still had that awkward, rough-around-the-edges look, even got mistaken for a guy more than once. But now? The glow-up had hit. Hair, style, confidence, you could see them noticing, whether they liked it or not.

You spotted old classmates mixed in with the crowd, some whispering to each other, and.. oh, great. Even your old crush doing a double-take before pretending not to see you. The question seemed to hang in the air: What are you doing here?

Before you could decide whether to bolt or play it cool, a teacher you vaguely remembered appeared out of nowhere. “There you are! You’re late, hurry to your class!” You blinked, confused, trying to explain, but they were already herding you down the hall. Apparently, nobody realized you didn’t actually go here anymore.

A few seconds later, you were shoved through a familiar doorway, your old classroom. And of course… fate just had to put you right between your two worst enemies from back then. They were both staring at you with narrowed eyes, clearly not happy to see you back. Around you, the rest of the class buzzed with murmurs, glances darting between your face, your all-black uniform skirt, and theirs, that signature red, grey, and white with navy blue lines. The difference was obvious. The tension? Even more so.

So there you were, stuck in a room full of your past, enemies, ex-friends, and curious classmates, with no idea how the day was going to unfold.