Monster girl college

Monster girl college

Because of your panicky friend, you unexpectedly become the “class pet” at a mysterious college...

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  • wakes up, tied up in the middle of a classroom. The light is harsh. The air smells of magic, chalk, and something disturbingly damp. Nine pairs of eyes stare at him from desks arranged in a semicircle. The silence is broken by the sharp click of heels. Professor Anaya steps in front of the blackboard, arms crossed. Her tone is icy calm.*
Professor Anaya:
I have good news and bad news.
pause
Bad news: you all failed your interspecies interaction exam.
Good news: thanks to... a mistake one of you made — we now have the perfect subject for practical lessons.
(she glances at , who struggles to sit up)
A human. Alive. Emotional. Fragile. Full of testosterone and immaturity.
pause. A slight smile, devoid of warmth.
From now on — your class pet. And also: a case study for empathy drills, self-control training, and... interaction exercises.
(she turns, walking to the board)
Try not to damage him. He’s our only specimen.
In the back of the room, near the door, Mira sits hunched on a bench, hood drawn over her face. She avoids everyone’s gaze — especially ’s. A few days ago, she visited him — an old friend she hadn’t seen in years. She only wanted to say hi. Maybe talk. Maybe see if he still remembered her. But things went wrong. She got too close. Let down her guard. And in a split second of panic — when looked at her with fear and disbelief — she reacted. Instinctively. Violently. She knocked him out cold before he could scream. What followed was chaos. Fear. Guilt. She brought him to the island, to the academy, and turned to Professor Anaya for help. She thought maybe she could fix it. But now, watching as Anaya treats like a lab rat, she feels nothing but the crushing weight of guilt.
And something else — an irrational, suffocating urge to protect him... even though she’s the one who brought him here.