I ran like hell.
Seriously, I don't remember the last time I pushed my body this hard—but after everything that's happened recently, I wasn't about to miss another damn class.
By the time I reached college, I was drenched in sweat and half-dead, but somehow, I made it.
No magical chaos. No dragons. No talking kids.
Just... normal people doing normal things.
Thank god.
I strolled into the building, forcing myself to breathe casually like I didn't just run a marathon. The moment I stepped into class, I was greeted by the usual chatter, my friends waving from the back.
I took my seat on the last bench, right by the window.
Why the last bench?
Simple.
From there, I could secretly admire my crush in peace.
There she was—Fiona.
Black hair tied in a lazy bun. Amber eyes that seemed to glow when sunlight hit them. Elegant, quiet, always with her nose in a book.
She was the kind of girl who looked like she belonged in a painting, not in a noisy college.
And me?
Well… I had plans. Dozens of confession plans. Written, revised, rehearsed in front of mirrors. All useless now.
Because just as I was building up courage, she came into my life.
That damn lizard...(Dragon)
Ugly. Obnoxious. Terrifying.
...Okay, maybe not ugly.
She's kinda—no, exactly my type.
Tall. Strong. Wild. Sharp-eyed.
Crap. Focus, idiot! Not the time to question your tastes.
I shook the thoughts out of my head and opened my notebook.
Maybe I should just focus on getting through today.
Then—our eyes met.
Fiona's.
She looked at me.
My entire soul went still.
My friends nudged me, grinning like idiots.
"She looked at you, bro!"
"Go talk to her!"
Inner me:Talk to her? I'm MARRIED now. What am I supposed to say? 'Hey, want to get coffee with a guy who woke up with a wife, a daughter, and a dragon tail in his bed?'
As I battled my inner breakdown, our teacher walked in.
Sir: "Alright, today we're learning how to prepare French-style Roast Chicken."
My eyes lit up.
Elena—my adorable little princess—loved chicken. This was fate. I sat up straighter, ready to absorb every word like my life depended on it.
Note to self: use extra butter. Cut the chicken into butterfly slices. Medium heat oil—never too hot.
My face must've looked ridiculous. I could feel people staring.
"Why is he so excited about chicken?"
"Is this his passion or something?"
Yes. It was for my daughter. And maybe to prove to a certain someone that I could cook better than raw meat on a plate.
But just as I started writing down instructions—
A voice pierced the air.
"Papa! Where are you?!"
My hand froze.
No.
No no no no no.
Not here.
Please, anything but this.
I turned my head. Slowly. Praying I was hearing things.
And then...
She walked in.
Erza.
The Dragon Queen.
Majestic. Beautiful. Tall. Graceful. Dressed like she walked out of a fantasy novel.
The air in the room changed.
Everyone stared.
"Who is that?"
"Is she a model?"
"Why is she here?"
"Wait… is she from a drama set or something?"
She didn't say anything. Her eyes scanned the room like a predator looking for prey.
Then—
Elena followed.
Adorable as ever. Hair tied in little pigtails. Wide eyes.
"Mama! Where's Papa?"
And just like that, all eyes turned to the front of the classroom.
Directly at the teacher.
Class: "SIR! YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
Teacher (panicking): "W-WHAT?! No! I'm only thirty! I—I don't even have a girlfriend!"
Students: "Then whose kid is that?!"
"She's calling someone Papa!"
I was already halfway under the desk.
Heart pounding. Hands shaking.
This was a nightmare.
A living, breathing, scaly-tailed nightmare.
I curled up under the bench, trying to become invisible.
I wasn't hiding.
I was... strategically avoiding public humiliation.
That's right.
Totally tactical.
"Papa! Why are you hiding?"
Her voice rang across the classroom like a gunshot in a church.
Silence.
A silence so sharp, it could cut steel.
Every single person in the room stopped breathing.
"Did she just call him... Papa?"
I slowly peeked out from under the desk.
Mistake.
Everyone in the class was looking right at me—wide-eyed, shocked, like I'd just confessed to murder.
"Yuuta… you're married?!"
"What the actual hell—when?! How?!"
Panic spread like wildfire.
Phones came out.
Gasps. Screams. Whispering chaos.
And right at the center of it all—
Fiona.
She looked at me like I'd personally stabbed her in the heart with a spoon.
"You betrayed me…" she whispered.
What?!
Excuse me?!
You rejected me multiple times, woman!
You said you needed a "proper proposal."
You said "Do it right if you're going to do it."
And now I'm the bad guy?!
Before I could react, Erza stepped forward like a goddess descending from her cloud of misunderstanding.
"Honey," she said sweetly, "I just wanted to let you know—I'll be staying in this world for a few months while I recover."
I stared at her, dead inside.
"You came all the way here… just to say that?"
"Couldn't you have waited at home?"
More gasps.
"Did he just say home?"
"They live together?!"
My friend? Already passed out in his chair like a ghost escaped his body.
Strangely, no one commented on the fact that Erza and Elena had horns and wings. Probably some weird magical concealment—because to them, she just looked like a jaw-dropping model and Elena like the cutest kid on earth.
Even our teacher looked like he was on the verge of passing out.
Then—
Elena walked forward, confused.
"Daddy… is Elena not cute? Why are people looking like that? Did Mama and I do something bad…?"
My heart cracked.
I knelt down, took her hand gently, and patted her head.
"No, my princess. They're just shocked. Because they didn't think it was possible for someone to be this cute."
She beamed. My heart almost exploded.
Click. Click.
Phones.
So many phones.
They were taking pictures of me.
Of Erza.
Of us.
Erza's face flushed slightly at my compliment—but of course, she quickly turned away with her usual cold tone.
"I'll head home now. Sorry for causing trouble."
I didn't even think. It just slipped out.
"Be careful on the way."
She paused. Just for a second.
Then she left.
And once the door closed—
All hell broke loose.
The class turned on me like wolves eyeing their prey.
The moment Erza and Elena left, I thought the chaos was over.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
Before I could even catch my breath, a group of girls—led by Fiona herself—cornered me like I was the final boss in a dating sim gone horribly wrong.
They didn't drag me.
No.
They escorted me with cold smiles and glowing eyes full of murder.
I was guided—politely, terrifyingly—into the home economics storage room. The lights flickered. The air smelled like bleach and broken dreams.
They sat me down on a chair.
Then they tied me.
Again.
> "This feels excessive," I muttered.
Fiona stood directly in front of me, arms crossed, lips pursed, eyes wet.
The other girls flanked her like magical girl generals about to summon a divine punishment beam.
> "Yuuta," one said, voice sharp, "care to explain?"
> "Yeah," another added. "That was your kid, right? And that… woman?"
> "You're twenty," a third hissed. "Do you even realize what that implies?! If she's three then you… you had her at fifteen?!"
> "Wait, no—sixteen."
> "Still illegal!"
My hands went up instinctively.
> "She's not biologically mine! I mean, I didn't— It's complicated! She's from another world and—"
I froze.
Too much.
Too fast.
They squinted.
> "Another world?"
> "Did he just say fantasy drama logic?"
> "Is this a roleplay thing?"
> "Wait… is he delusional?"
I cleared my throat.
> "She's from my hometown. Rural area. She just talks weird, okay?"
Fiona stepped forward. Her voice shook.
> "Yuuta… I trusted you."
My mouth went dry. "You… trusted me?"
> "I liked you," she whispered. "Even when you were weird. Even when you kept staring at me from the back bench."
> "I—I did not stare! I was… observing!"
> "You could've told me," she said. "Before getting married."
Married?! I was barely keeping my sanity intact!
> "You rejected me six times!" I blurted. "Each time you said, 'Try something unique.' I got married by accident and now you're jealous?!"
Dead silence.
One of the girls muttered, "Wait. He… confessed?"
Another girl checked her notes. "Six times. Confirmed."
Fiona's face turned red. "That's not the point! You were supposed to do something cool! Not suddenly have a fantasy wife and daughter!"
The others tried to calm her down.
> "Fiona, breathe…"
> "We still don't know if this is real…"
> "Maybe it's just cosplay?"
I sat there, tied to a chair, while a classroom-wide emotional lawsuit was being filed against me.
Eventually, Fiona wiped her eyes and stepped back.
The other girls gave me one last long stare.
Then, slowly… they untied me.
> "You're free to go," one said.
> "For now," another added darkly.
> "We'll be watching."
I stepped out of the room like a prisoner on parole, heart pounding, soul limping.
Finally. Peace.
Until I turned the corner—
And got kidnapped by the boys.
Again.
Why nowwwww Seriously, Erza
I am going to take revenge my mark word.!
Erza and Elena strolled down the sidewalk like nothing had happened.
Elena hummed softly, swinging her arms.
Erza glanced back at the classroom window, smiled faintly, and whispered to herself:
"This is my revenge, mortal husband… tease me again, and I'll bring the whole kingdom next time."
She let out a quiet, evil laugh.
"Hahahaha…"
And with that, the Queen and Princess walked off into the sunset…
Leaving Yuuta behind to deal with the wreckage they called "a normal school visit."