MBTI high school

Chapter 16 :

_Chapter 16: The (Almost) Perfect Life of ENTJ

ENTJ was, simply put, the embodiment of success. The son of a wealthy businessman and heir to a colossal empire, he lived in a mansion that could put any fairytale castle to shame. Every morning, he would descend a grand staircase of white marble, briefly greet the household staff, and sit at a table where a five-star breakfast awaited him.

ENTJ: “Black coffee, no sugar.”

The butler would nod respectfully. Everything in ENTJ’s life was perfectly calculated. His schedule was precise, his ambitions clear, and his life seemed to run like a well-oiled machine. It was a life many envied.

But there was one tiny flaw in this flawless system—a certain individual who constantly disrupted his perfect order.

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That morning, like every other, ENTJ was enjoying his coffee, savoring the peace before the chaos of the business world and school life. But just as he was about to take a sip... BAM. The front door flew open. A familiar figure burst in.

ENTP: “Hey, champ! Guess what? I’m staying at your place for a few days!”

ENTJ froze, his cup inches from his lips.
ENTJ: “Again?”

ENTP: “Yep! My apartment kind of... exploded during a little chemistry experiment. But don’t worry, nothing serious! Just a bit of smoke. It’s a bit unlivable right now.”

ENTJ: “And you decided, without asking anyone, that you would... come here?”

ENTP flashed a dazzling smile, striding in with a backpack full of strange objects, probably components for dubious inventions.
ENTP: “Exactly! Come on, that’s what friends are for, right?”

ENTJ sighed, knowing full well that reasoning with ENTP was as effective as explaining logic to a cat.
ENTJ: “This isn’t going to be like last time, I hope.”

ENTP: “Last time? What are you talking about?”

ENTJ: “Oh, I don’t know... maybe the accidental fire in my father’s library? Or when you ‘borrowed’ his car for a so-called speed test?”

ENTP shrugged.
ENTP: “Those were learning experiences. You learn from your mistakes!”

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A few hours later, ENTJ was desperately trying to work in his office, outlining development plans for an ambitious school project. But ENTP, as usual, couldn’t sit still. He was lounging on the leather couch, juggling a pack of cookies while rearranging ENTJ's trophy cabinet.

ENTP: “Hey, don’t you think it’s a bit... vain to have so many medals displayed? I mean, I’m impressed, but still...”

ENTJ: “They are symbols of my accomplishments. They remind me of the importance of hard work and discipline.”

ENTP: “Hmm...” He grabbed a golden cup and examined it mischievously. “What if we rearrange them by... coolness factor?”

ENTJ frowned, feeling a headache coming on.
ENTJ: “Don’t touch that.”

ENTP: “Relax, I’m kidding.” He put the cup back and sprang to his feet. “I’m getting something to drink. Want anything?”

ENTJ: “No. I just want to work in peace, if that’s still possible in this house...”

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A few minutes later, ENTP returned with a soda... and a kitchen robot under his arm.
ENTP: “Check this out! I found it in your kitchen! I had a genius idea: what if we modified it into an automatic toast launcher? Imagine—you say ‘toast,’ and BAM! A slice flies straight into your hand.”

ENTJ stared at him, incredulous.
ENTJ: “A... toast launcher? That’s your revolutionary idea?”

ENTP: “You don’t realize the potential! We can improve the firing speed, adjust the angle... It could even be a business!”

ENTJ: “Can I trust you not to break anything this time?”

ENTP: “Relax, it’ll be fine!”

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Unfortunately for ENTJ, things never went "fine" with ENTP around. What started as a quiet evening turned into culinary chaos. The infamous kitchen robot, modified per ENTP’s instructions, launched toast at alarming speeds throughout the house, transforming the mansion into a battlefield of flying bread.

The butler had to intervene multiple times as flying toasts struck priceless vases, while ENTJ, completely overwhelmed, struggled to contain the disaster.

ENTJ: “ENTP... I’m going to say this calmly but firmly: get out of my house.”

ENTP, laughing in the midst of the chaos: “Come on, this is part of the adventure! And hey, look on the bright side—you’ll never be hungry while working again!”

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Eventually, after hours of utter anarchy, ENTJ managed to kick ENTP out... temporarily. He suspected he’d be back sooner or later with an even crazier idea.

Sitting in his now-tidy office, ENTJ sighed deeply.
ENTJ: “My life would be so... perfect... if ENTP didn’t constantly invite himself over.”

But deep down, despite all his constant complaints, he couldn’t deny that these interruptions were part of the charm of his life. Because in the end, without ENTP, his perfect life might be a little... too perfect. And that, ENTJ would never admit.

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Al Biluna:

In a world shaped by two moons-Al Luna, radiant and full of life, and Al Biluna, dark and mysterious-fates intertwine under the influence of unseen forces. Monroe, the solitary governor of Al Biluna, embodies the dark moon, choosing exile to escape the power struggles and illusions of the imperial court.

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Bound against her will to intrigues beyond mortal laws, Monroe must navigate between loyalty and desire, colliding with the ruthless schemes of a merciless court and the whispers of the unknown. As their destinies intertwine, the line between light and darkness blurs, giving way to a struggle where even the stars seem to conspire. For when the moons cross paths, their collision disrupts the world's fragile balance... and the hearts caught in its wake.