“The tail, the claws, the eyeliner—why did you try to make yourself more like a cat? Speak!”
 
“E-Ehhh… B-Because… I mean, I’m a cat, right? A Werecat… so…”
 
“No. No. That’s not it at all! Everything about that is off—fundamentally wrong! You are Homo sapiens with cat-like traits, not actual cats!”
 
As I clutched my head and groaned, she looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “This guy’s mental state is seriously unstable…” She looked like she was about to cry, but she’d just have to endure it as tuition for now.
 
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“Komori-kun, didn’t you make fun of succubi in the classroom before?”
 
I didn’t make fun of them. It was just an explanation.
 
“He’s an exception. He’s a weirdo who left his thoughtfulness, restraint, and conscience in his mother’s womb.”
 
“B-before being born into this world… don’t you have anything to say back?”
 
“I’m normally thoughtful and show restraint too. Except with Saku-senpai.”
 
Since I was unexpectedly brought into the conversation, I thought I gave a safe answer, but…
 
“See? He’s totally insensitive, right?”
 
“Really insensitive…”
 
For some reason, they teamed up against me.
 
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“Excuse me, coming in without knocking.”
 
“Ah, wait, I’m not mentally ready yet—”
 
Ignoring her mumbles, I threw the door open like drawing a sword for seppuku. Inside, the usual scene: our black-haired beauty, backlit by the window, reading a paperback (with cover) in the “CEO chair.”

“…Ah, you’re here,” she remarked, lips curling as she glanced our way.
 
At a glance, her aura was undeniably compelling. Even the way she bookmarked her page and stood felt like art. A fleeting hope sparked in me—Could this be my first time pulling [Intellectual Sakuya-senpai (SSR)]?!
 
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“Heart hurt? Pulse? Blood pressure?”
 
“Not that old… Well, age doesn’t matter with health, but—”
 
The pain was in my soul.
 
—No matter how hard I racked my brain, her name wouldn’t come.
 
Not a single syllable. A crisis. Unlike some succubus, I hadn’t abandoned basic decency, so bluntly asking “What’s yer name?” wasn’t an option.
 
My one hope? Mutual amnesia—Your Name. scenario. But—
 
“…Y’know, Bat-kun? You give off ‘gives up his train seat for pregnant women’ vibes, but then you’re all… like, this.”
 
“Do go on.”
 
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“So the name includes the brackets, right?”
 
“That’s the hope. Problem?”
 
“Nah, should be fine. No character restrictions, I think.”
 
“This school’s standards are scary low…”
 
“I’ll submit these for you, then~!”
 
No time to protest. She neatly folded the papers and tucked them into her breast pocket. Her figure was slender but not unnaturally so—and yes, there was definitely a curve there—not that it mattered.
 
Prying them back would be social suicide, so I was helpless.
 
“Relax. I’ll personally deliver these to the president.”
 
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I recoiled slightly. Bewildered was the right word. Even from our less-than-three-minute exchange, it was obvious: Saku-senpai and I were oil and water. Splitting up wouldn’t just cause no harm—it’d simply return things to how they should be.
 
“We haven’t accomplished anything yet!”
 
She was frantic, like a deadbeat husband handed divorce papers.
 
“And that’s why we should breaking up, no?”
 
“You’re just proving my point—no, wait! I’m talking about the future! I’ll reflect deeply and reform! From now on, I’ll take club activities seriously! So please, show mercy—grant me one more chance~!”
 
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Let me clarify something first: My name is Komori Tsubasa, and I am absolutely not a “bat.”
 
The latter is what you’d call a nickname—though in this era where elementary schools ban such labels, it’s undeniably a derogatory term.
 
This, too, was collateral damage from infamy. Shortly after enrolling last year, rumors spread like wildfire:
 
[Some freshman named Komori Tsubasa is chummy with the stunningly beautiful Saiin Sakuya.]
 
The gossip ran rampant, and suddenly, I was under scrutiny. “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”—I understood their boredom craved immoral scandal. But as someone whose feet grew … Read the rest

Chapter 1: Even a Cat Has Its Dramas
 

 
About half a century ago, a peculiar phenomenon began appearing among certain youths.
 
Some shunned sunlight and craved blood. Others experienced personality shifts only under a full moon. A few had translucent skin and pointed ears. Though these cases seemed unrelated at first glance, they all bore striking resemblances to mythical beings from folklore and epics. Another odd commonality? The symptoms emerged during puberty and vanished naturally by the time they turned thirty.
 
To this day, the cause remains unknown. Still, rather than labeling them with clinical terms … Read the rest

About half a century ago, cases began to appear around the world where some young people awakened—if only slightly—to the traits of imaginary beings spoken of in legends and epics.
 
These traits, not strong enough to impact the world, always manifested during puberty and naturally faded away by the time one reached their thirties.
 
Even now, the cause remains unknown.
 
But collectively, they have come to be known as the “Students (Students)” of “Myth (Mythos)”—
 
――In short, “Myudents”—
And all of them are simply enjoying a perfectly normal youth.

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