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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩

Notes Before Chapter:

EDIT (10/4/25) The Octavinelle second year I introduced in the beginning of the story, Alois Luer, yeah I'm scrapping him and replacing him with another Octavinelle OC that'll be introduced this chapter. I'm gonna go back and change Alois Luer's name to the new character's name in the old chapters, but I'll add it in the fanfic summary to avoid confusion in the future

*This chapter is STARRING the author's amazing Calculus skills (istg if any of this is wrong and i js embarrassed myself in WRITING, it'll be my 13th reason), to make Allen seem smart. I hate writing smart characters because then I need to be smart*

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Okay, it's been 10 minutes into class, and this was becoming irritating. Allen felt a vein pop onto the side of his forehead as he struggled to maintain a calm expression. Not only did Allen have math as his first class of the day, because of course he did, but for some reason, he was stuck in this stupid situation.

Allen knows many people who'd love to be the center of attention with all eyes on them. But he is not one of those people. He would like to fade away into the background please!

But yet again, lady luck was not on his side. It never was.

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"Let's talk about this more at lunch," he turned from Yuu and walked into his classroom. That was weird, now Allen had even more questions. Well, at least he didn't need to deal with any of that confusing other dimension stuff until lunch, and nobody bothered him in his classes anyways so he was fine. The Diasomnia students that used to come up to him with stupid demands don't anymore after Chara tried setting one on fire.

Uh, Ally?

What?

You might wanna snap out of your thoughts for a quick second

What? Allen thought as he looked up. Suddenly he understood what Nanika was talking about. So many eyes were on him. Basically everyone in class was looking at him. What the heck was going on?

"Is that a new student?"

"Pfft, NRC doesn't accept transfers this late dumbass."

"Uh guys, I think that's the Ignihyde student who like doesn't talk at all in class."

"Please, there's no way that guy, is this guy. They look completely different! I'm not even sure the Ignihyde kid even had eyes! Always hiding them behind his bird's nest of a head."

Each comment–which was really an insult–was an invisible arrow to the chest. Allen coughed to regain composure. Was he that unrecognizable before?

Yes.

No, they're just exaggerating

Oh my god, you have to be kidding

Allen eyed the people watching him in confusion as he walked up the stairs to the row he sat in. He didn't want to sit in the front, then the professor would notice him, but he also didn't want to sit way in the back, he wouldn't see the board, and failing the class would draw worse attention towards him. Allen also didn't think his pride could take failing an academic course. So he sat a little closer to the back, but middle enough that he could still hear and see the professor.

As Allen put his bag down and took out his notebook and pen, he heard more whispers.

This is hilarious