It was different from any assassin that had ever been sent after her in the past. Not a sleek, silent killer or cloaked infiltrator—just a weird, gelatinous blob pretending to be a student.
The strange "student" suddenly convulsed. His limbs jerked unnaturally, eyes rolling back, and then—splurt—his body erupted into a translucent, jelly-like mass that slapped against the floor with a wet plop.
And that's exactly why it caught her off guard. Ryouko had spent years projecting a quiet, harmless life on Earth, hiding her identity and avoiding attention. She didn't want Haruno to see this side of her—the chaotic, dangerous past she tried so hard to bury. And because of that hesitation, because she didn't want to wake him up or raise suspicion, she reacted a split second too late.
"Crap… I made a mistake." Her thoughts flashed in panic the gooey mass bounced up and lunged at her with surprising speed, wrapping around her legs and waist in a clingy, squishy mess as the gooey alien latched around her squeezing with surprising strength.
"Why now, of all times? I let my guard down just once and—ugh, this is so undignified!" Ryouko struggled against the sticky embrace, face contorted between annoyance and mild panic. The worst part? Haruno might wake up and see all of this. The normal, composed "Ryouko-sensei" image was about to be completely ruined.
From behind the curtain, Haruno shot up at the sound, eyes wide.
"What the hell is that?!" he yelped, stumbling out of bed. His heart pounded—not just from fear, but from an overwhelming surge of protective instinct. He didn't have powers. He wasn't a fighter. But seeing Ryouko caught in the embrace of some alien hentai reject triggered something primal.
His fists clenched. "Get your sticky ass off her!" he shouted.
Haruno had no combat experience—none whatsoever. In his past life, he'd spent more time in hospital beds than playgrounds, and in this new life, he'd tried to be the model son: polite, careful, and most of all, non-confrontational. If anything, he was the type to walk away from trouble, not charge into it.
Ryouko was being restrained by a grotesque, amorphous slime creature, its squishy limbs tightly wrapped around her waist and legs. It looked like something straight out of a late-night anime meant for very specific audiences. And seeing it in real life? Far more horrifying. It wasn't just sticky—it was massive, pulsing with unnatural movement, and strong enough to restrain Ryouko, who was clearly far from an ordinary school nurse.
Haruno shouted, his voice cracking—a clear sign of how amateur he was. He had no idea what he was doing—no weapons, no powers, not even a proper plan. Just instinct, adrenaline… and a wild rush of protectiveness flooding his chest.
She's my soulmate. I have to do something— That was the only thought racing through his mind as he charged forward and tackled the slime with every ounce of strength he could muster.
Haruno was, at the end of the day, just an ordinary guy. He had no training, no superpowers, no combat experience. Sure, he'd made a wish to a god to have abilities like Rentarou—the protagonist of a romantic gag manga who could win the hearts of a hundred soulmates—but even Rentarou had started out as a normal human. His over-the-top powers hadn't kicked in until the chaos of love snowballed into absurdity—especially after Kusuri's drugs got involved.
Haruno had completely forgotten that detail.
Still, what he did have was raw determination. His uncoordinated, desperate tackle didn't deal any real damage to the slime, but it caused just enough disruption to make the creature shift—just enough to loosen its grip on Ryouko for a second.
A second was all she needed.
With a practiced flick of her wrist, Ryouko reached beneath her skirt hem and pulled out a tiny, metallic device no bigger than a lipstick tube. It unfolded with a sharp hiss, revealing a slender barrel and a faint glowing core—clearly alien tech.
She jammed it against the slime's body, muttering, "Class-C neural disruptor, don't fail me now."
A pulse of blue light surged out, and the slime convulsed, releasing her as it writhed in pain.
Ryouko stumbled free, coughing. "Took your time, didn't you?" she muttered, stealing a quick glance at Haruno.
She sighed, brushing some slime residue off her uniform before walking over to where Haruno had landed. He was sitting up now, a little dazed, rubbing his shoulder from the rough landing.
"You okay, kid?" Ryouko asked, her voice softening just a little. "That thing threw you pretty hard."
Haruno blinked up at her, still catching his breath. "I—I think I'm fine… Just a little sore."
Ryouko nodded, then gave him a light tap on the forehead. "Next time, don't charge in without a plan, alright?"
"Ahaha, I couldn't help it," Haruno replied with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head. "Seeing you get caught by a monster like that… my body just moved on its own."
Ryouko stared at him for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. "You really are something else," she said, her tone warm. "Thanks… for that. Really."
But then her expression turned slightly stern. "Still, next time, try not to get yourself killed doing something reckless, okay? Brave is good—but I'd rather not have to patch you up every time you try to play hero."
"Un, I'll try my best," Haruno replied with that same sincere glint in his eyes. "But I'll always do it again… if I see Ryouko-sensei in danger."
Ryouko blinked, her cheeks warming before she sighed and gave him a gentle flick on the forehead.
"Geez… I'm happy to hear that," she murmured, her voice soft. "But I'll be really sad if you get hurt because of me."
As the tension slowly ebbed away, Ryouko turned her attention back to the aftermath of the fight. Her eyes narrowed—where the slime creature had been just moments ago, there was now nothing but a few drops of glistening residue. No body. No trace. Just silence.
"Tch… it didn't die. It ran," she muttered under her breath.
That changed everything. If the alien had seen Haruno, then he was now a witness… or worse, a target. She made her decision swiftly.
"I can't leave you here alone," she said, standing up. "You're coming with me, Haruno. It's not safe anymore."
"Ah, yes," Haruno replied, nodding quickly. He had no reason to refuse her. Still, a strange feeling tugged at the back of his mind—like fate itself was conspiring to keep him from attending his first proper day of class. Was this divine intervention? Or just bad luck wrapped in galactic absurdity?
Ryouko didn't want to linger at school any longer. The alien might come back, and she couldn't risk dragging more innocent students into danger. With calm authority, she informed the staff that Haruno was still unwell—his earlier collapse serving as the perfect excuse. No one questioned it. The nurse leaving with a sick student seemed natural enough.
Once outside, Ryouko walked with brisk purpose, guiding Haruno toward her private clinic. Unlike the school infirmary, her home office was equipped for far more… unconventional cases. Haruno followed without complaint, his heart still racing, unsure whether from adrenaline, fear, or the lingering warmth of being protected—and now, chosen to walk beside her.
Author Note
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