His Hot Coffee City (Fellatrix Harem x Male Reader)

Chapter 18: A Futa's Dilemma

Flashback

Los Libertos High School, about 40 minutes to an hour outside of Fellatrix city. The new school year was on and a new horizon of new students coming fresh out of middle school into becoming new freshmen in high school. The buses were building up to the main entrance of the school and new students heading out of them, one of those new students was wearing a red and white sports jersey with boy shorts with a black baseball cap on her head. With hair cut in a bob look and everything else you think it was a boy, but no it was actually a girl named no other than Deela Maron, though the boy part was half true in terms of her clothes and thing that made people call her a futa. The tomboyish young girl gripped her backpack and looked at the school with a little bit of hesitancy, this was a new start for her and a new place with new people so she wanted to make a good first impression for once. She breathes in and out a bit in preparation to go inside

Deela: "Alright, you can do this you can do this. Remember what mom said, chin up, look forward, don't be rude......don't let make bad assumptions of you", she gulped after saying that last part as she started to walk into the building

She had to get to classes right away and it was relatively easy given it was the first day, thhe real challenge of classes was trying to get along with everyone and meet new people. Deela was a little bit socially awkward and a heavy introvert, plus she was a bit rude at times especially if someone mildly irritates her. She was like this because she never really fitted in with anyone even before coming her, though the concept of her being a futa was one of the issues that those small minded had a problem with, her likes and dislikes drove many people her age away from her. She was too awkward and superficial towards most boys in their crude behavior for their liking and she was too tomboyish for any of the girls like, she really didn't fit into both world and this time she felt no different.

After a couple of classes ended it was time for lunch on her schedule and it was really do or don't when it came to meeting new people. Deela took deep as she worked up the courage to take the first step, but she wished her results were as positive as her confidence boost though. Deela was either seeing a lot of people already filling the tables, with people who looked like jerks to her, were too nerdy for her liking, or worse for her case getting rejected and scoffed by students saying she was out of their league and should go away. The last attempt hit her in defeat and decided to give up. Finding a small table near a column, she sets her stuff take out her sacked lunch and sat down in dissatisfaction. She wanted things to be different, but it was just the same just in a harsher environment.

She sighs as rest her right arm and holds her face with her hand while scrolling through her phone with the other hand, she didn't even feel like eating her lunch like she grew numb to everything else. Then suddenly foot steps were heard coming towards Deela, which she failed to notice

???: Hey is this seat taken

Deela: A what's it to ya, trying to take a seat for someone else

She looks up and sees a boy where almost black everything, from sweatpants, to a long sleeve that says Levi on them, to the nike shoes he was wearing. He was holding his hot lunch of spaghetti that was made in the cafeteria, and had a decent friendly smile on his face. The freshman boy Y/N Raine

Y/N: ignoring Deela's retort to his answer, "Heh, first day confusion to huh. But relax, I you looked lonely seating alone and I thought you needed company"

Deela: her face lit in a little bit of surprise but still kept a neutral look, "Don't you have other people you could be sitting with or something, not that I don't mind but still"

Y/N: Na, I practically don't know anyone here, and I've been around everywhere already. I guess nobody from my old school came her. What about you, did you see anyone from your old school