This story is about a boy who is a big fan of classroom of the elite anime and admires every character especially Suzune Horikita who is his favorite. He admires her and wanted to be just like her . But thinking of this just as his fantasy he didn't...
It had been a month since I woke up in Suzune Horikita’s body, and while things were going well on the surface, it wasn’t as smooth as it seemed. Being a girl wasn’t as easy as I thought, especially considering I still had a boy’s mind.
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Inner Thoughts:
Sure, I’m a girl now, but I still feel like me—just in a different body. How hard could it be? I thought at first. But reality hit me quickly.
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Struggling to Adjust:
Talking to Ayanokoji was harder than I expected. At first, I thought my teasing would make things easier, but instead, it just confused him, and sometimes I felt like he was distancing himself. Did I come off too strong? Maybe I shouldn’t tease so much, I wondered, feeling a bit unsure.
And the girls… well, I became friends with them, but that wasn’t without its own challenges. Sometimes I didn’t know what to say or how to act around them. There were moments where I felt out of place, like when they talked about makeup, or fashion, or things I didn’t really know how to relate to. How am I supposed to know which lipstick shade suits me best? I’d think, faking confidence.
Even my posture was off. Sitting with my legs crossed, walking gracefully in heels, keeping my voice soft and gentle—it was all new to me. There were times when I caught myself sitting with my legs spread like a guy, only to quickly fix it before anyone noticed. Can’t believe I have to keep an eye on how I sit now, I’d think, feeling a bit frustrated but knowing I had to adapt.
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The Wind and the Skirt:
Then there was the skirt. The wind became my worst enemy. Firstly it looked really cool and comfortable cloth to me but over the time I realized how hard it is to wear and maintain a skirt. I can’t even count how many times I had to hold my skirt down as it threatened to fly up. There was this one time, right in front of Ayanokoji, the wind blew hard, and I barely managed to keep my skirt from flashing everyone. Why do skirts even exist? I thought, blushing furiously as I pulled it down.
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The Real Struggle: Periods
But none of that compared to the real struggle I faced—a struggle I never expected. The first time I got my period.
The pain hit me like a truck. I wasn’t prepared for it at all. My stomach cramped, and I could barely move. It felt like something was clawing at my insides. Is this what girls go through every month? I thought, clutching my stomach. It was like my body was betraying me. I had no idea what to do, and the pain was overwhelming.
But I couldn’t let anyone see how much I was struggling. I forced myself to put on a smile and act like everything was fine. If girls can handle this every month, I can too, I thought, trying to reassure myself.
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Pushing Through the Pain
Despite the cramps and the discomfort, I went to school as usual. I laughed with my friends, teased Ayanokoji, and acted like nothing was wrong. I’d smile, but inside, I was counting the minutes until I could go home and collapse on my bed. Women are seriously strong to go through this regularly. How do they manage? I admired them more and more each day.
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A Moment of Reflection
That night, after a long day of pretending everything was okay, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The pain had lessened, but the exhaustion remained. I thought about all the struggles I had faced in the past month. The adjustments I had to make, the new habits I had to form, and the unexpected challenges of being in a girl’s body.
Women are incredible. They handle so much every day, and most of the time, they don’t even show it. I admired their strength, their resilience. And for the first time, I realized how much I had to grow, not just to be like Suzune Horikita but to be strong enough to face everything life threw at me.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my face serious. My eyes locked with my reflection as I clenched my fist. I’m going to get stronger. I’ll overcome all of this. I’ll make it through these struggles, and I’ll help lead this class to the top.
With that determination in my heart, I lay back down, a small smile creeping onto my face. The road ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but I was ready for it. I closed my eyes, letting the thoughts settle as I drifted off to sleep.
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Inner Thoughts:
Tomorrow’s another day. And I’ll face it head-on, cramps or not.
