"Thanks for coming to see that movie with me, Saito-san. I know it was probably hard for you to fit me into your schedule."

If he really thought it'd be hard for me to put him into my schedule, why did he ask in the first place? I'll never understand how guys like him think. I sighed.

"If it really was a problem for me to come, I wouldn't have come. Though the movie was quite enjoyable. Thank you for inviting me." I replied, staring at the blushing boy smiling at me awkwardly.

This boy was my classmate, Takata Shin. We were never close even though we have done a few group projects together. I was out with him this afternoon due to plans he had going on with his friend going awry and him being stuck with an extra movie ticket. I couldn't help but think of it as strange. Like I mentioned earlier, we were never close so I see no reason as to why he would invite me out to see the movie. He was quite popular in our grade, so he could've asked anyone else. Yet he asked me, who has only greeted him in passing. It made no sense.

What was even more strange was that it had been a romance movie, which didn't seem like the type of movie that Takata would enjoy. He seemed more like an action movie type of guy, but to each their own. It also seemed like he didn't find the movie very enjoyable since he kept yawning and stretching, often touching me during the motions. Then again, he always slept during afternoon classes. Maybe he just got sleepy during the afternoon.

Oh, it seems I've failed to properly introduce myself in this scenario. My name is Saito Azami, and I'm currently in my eleventh year of high school at a very prestigious school. I have a younger brother who is my exact opposite in many ways, including in morals. But that doesn't matter at the moment. At the moment, I am walking to the train station with Takata.

"Um, Saito-san," Takata finally broke the silence between us as we waited at a crosswalk. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

Takata's face turned a bright red while trying to get the words out of his mouth. Was he getting sick or something? Maybe he was asking if he could go home before walking me all the way to the station. It's not good to force your body to work when it's unwell.

"Are... Are you dat-" Before I could hear all of what Takata was saying, a truck sped by much faster than what the speed limit and causing some people to scream a bit.

I couldn't help but scowl. "How irresponsible. Imagine what would've happened if people were crossing the street." I shook my head resolutely. Where could the driver have to get to so fast that they'd put other human lives at risk? "Anyway, what were you saying?"

Takata pursed his lip a bit before shaking his head with a sigh. "Nothing. Just stay a bit closer to me, wouldn't want you falling into traffic or something."

I was confused by that as I wasn't clumsy enough to fall into traffic, but complied to his wishes by getting closer to Takata's side. Ah, he smells kind of good. I should ask him what kind of soap he uses sometime so I can get some for my brother.

Takata's face was kind of red again. Maybe he really did have a fever.

We reached the train station without any other incidents and waited among many other people as we waited for my train to come. I desperately wanted to pull out my phone and play a game, but that would be rude. The least I can do after he walked me to the station is hold conversation with him.

"Ah, Takata-san. I just remembered something."

"What? Did you leave something at the movies?"

"No. I just remembered that I don't have your phone number."

Takata looked like he died for a split second before becoming extremely happy. Like he had just won the lottery or got a package he had been waiting ages for.

"Oh! Yeah, we should exchange numbers. Here's my phone!" Takata exclaimed, fumbling with his cellphone before properly handing it to me. I was easily able to hand mine to him. Takata never seemed to have butterfingers before.

I quickly entered my contact information into his phone and handed it back to him and him in vice versa. He seemed strangely happy about such a simple thing. Takata had a lot of other contacts in his phone, so I don't think he was excited about getting mine.

I heard the announcement coming from over the loudspeaker of the train station finally.

When I opened my eyes again, expecting to see the underworld or maybe simply darkness, I saw neither. I saw the ceiling of a bedroom.

It wasn't my bedroom ceiling.

Where was I? I slowly sat up from the bed I was lying in, which was more comfortable than the one I had at home, and took in the environment. The room was undeniably a girl's with a slightly open closet full of dresses and shirts, a pile of adorable stuffed animals in a corner, and a vanity in the room as well. The walls were painted a baby blue color and a wood flooring was under my feet, although a table near the center of the room had a white rug under it. There was also a desk packed with cups of pens and packs of post-it notes with a small bookshelf next to it. Above the bookshelf was a calendar which I stood up to look at.

It was April according to the calendar, which it definitely wasn't last time I checked. In cute handwriting there was multiple events marked on the calender. The event that seemed the most important was written in bold, red letters with exclamation points.

April 6th, xx20 'FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!! PUT OUT UNIFORM!!!'

It definitely wasn't the first day of school the last time I checked. We had already been in school for multiple semesters. Something was seriously wrong. Like I wasn't myself. That rung a bell in my head.

What if I wasn't myself?

With shakey legs, I made my way over to the vanity that I had seen earlier and looked into the mirror at my reflection in shock. That definitely wasn't me. Long, lustrous black hair paired with shining, gray eyes surrounded by long lashes stared back at me in amazement. Smooth, flawless skin coated my body and my face had a cute button nose. In conclusion, I was gorgeous. Or this person was gorgeous.

My body began to tremble before I finally did what I had felt like doing.

I screamed. I screamed loud and shrill and gripped my head. I only stopped when my throat was sore and burning. I needed some water.

Surprisingly, no one had come to check on me after my screaming. There hadn't even been any yelling in reply asking me to shut up. I opened the door to the bedroom and found my way down the hall and downstairs. There was actually no one in the house.

Going into the kitchen and finding a chilled bottle of water in the fridge, I took a large swig of it and let out a sigh.

"Don't freak out, Azami. There's a perfectly good explaination for all of this." I muttered to myself, taking deep breaths. It was a bit hard not to freak out though, especially when my voice didn't even sound the same. My voice sounded soft and gentle rather than authoritive and powerful like it used to. None of this made sense!

That's when I saw it. An opened letter on the dining room table that drew me in for whatever reason. I couldn't help but feel drawn to it. Setting down the half-empty bottle of water on the counter, I made my way over to the letter before picking it up and beginning to read its contents. Well, I skimmed a lot of it but I still read it.

"To Saito Azami,

We are delighted to be informing you have been accepted into our academy. We hope to be seeing you on campus on April 6th for our newest school year.

Sincerely,
Headmaster Watanabe Toshiro

Matsuuri Art Academy"

I had never heard of such a school in my entire life, yet here was my name on their acceptance letter. What in the world was going on?

Wait a second. I have heard of this school before, just not on savory terms. I had heard of it from my younger brother as he gushed about his favorite novel series. An erotic novel series.

"Sis, you seriously have to read one of the books! They're so good!"

"I'll read one of those books when the sky falls, you little pervert."

"Calling your brother a pervert! Have you no shame?"

"You're the entire reason I have shame!"

I held my head in my hands and sighed. I sighed for a long, long time before shaking my head. This wasn't happening. There was no way this was happening. Yet it was.

I was inside an ecchi novel with no way out.

This was my brother's dream, not mine! Let that little twerp take my place!