Imya stood up and walked toward the whiteboard at the front of the classroom, her hair flowing elegantly along her shoulders, her feet making no sound when they touched the white tiled floor. She stopped at the front of the room and turned to face the class. “Hey, everyone. My name is Imya, which is Russian for, well, ‘name.’ You might have heard several rumors about me, such as that I’m a sex demon, or that I got a girl pregnant in sixth grade.” She paused. “Hang on, was it sixth? Or was it seventh? Wait, wait, hold on.” She muttered, “Okay, I was twelve when I slept with Angela, I turned twelve the fall that seventh grade began, on September twenty-ninth.” She looked up. “Yep, seventh grade. But guys, don’t be stupid like me. Don’t have sex if you’re underage. Wear protection. That kind of stuff.”

One of the boys in the front, who had tan skin and curly brown hair, raised his hand.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, I’m Marcus. Is it true that you’re a sex demon?”

“Yeah. I’m an incubus. I can’t give you all the information on my kind, that would take forever, but I can give you the major details.”

Imya took a small black composition book out of her jacket and began reading from one of the pages. “An incubus is a demon, usually in male form. However, gender doesn’t matter much with the term ‘incubus,’ as incubi are commonly tops, or more dominant in sex. They’re more commonly male because society usually assigns that men are tops; women are bottoms.”

Imya continued, “To keep their strength, they commonly engage in sexual activity, usually with sleeping or unconscious women. According to some myths and legends, repeated sexual activity with an incubus can lead to the state of your mental or physical health deteriorating, or in some cases, death.”

She closed the book and slid it back into her jacket. “That’s only partially true. In my case, anyway. Repeated sexual activity can sometimes just lead to exhaustion or drowsiness. I don’t recall anyone experiencing serious symptoms after repeated sexual activity with me. Most just got exhausted and passed out. But hey, it’s different for everyone. There is likely someone out there who’s an incubus like me, who takes their abilities too far and uses those abilities to kill people. I have no intention of doing anything like that. I’m worried that, if I do, I’ll do it again, then be unable to stop, until it becomes an addiction to kill people using the gift I was given by nature. The more it’s done, the harder it is to stop.”

Marcus smiled. “I had no idea you knew so much about this, Imya. And you’re so great with words, like, sometimes you truly capture the meaning of the words and give people a whole new perspective on life.”

Imya smiled. “Heh. Believe it or not, I spend some of my free time, I would guess about forty percent, studying the topics that interest me.”

Mr. Collins asked, “Imya, is there anything you can’t do?”

“I can’t make physical contact with latex without having a severe allergic reaction. I also can’t go five minutes without thinking about something dirty.”

“A comedian, too? Imya, you’re perfect. I don’t trust it.”

“Hey, I have my flaws. I’m afraid of snowboards!”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust those bastards. I’m team skis. Trust me, there are tons of things wrong with me.”

Natsumi stood up. “At least you admit what’s wrong with yourself. You’re a good person.”

Imya abruptly began laughing. “Haha! That’s ridiculous!”

Imya sat back down at her desk. “Proceed.”

Sarayu’s eyes widened. “I- How are you so calm about this?!”

“I just have to accept it.”

“Is there something I can do?”

“No. There’s nothing any of us can do. This is just… It’s the way I am.”

The class came and went quickly. Imya walked down to the cafeteria with Natsumi and Callie. Natsumi smiled. “Want to know something weird? The cafeteria food here doesn’t suck. It’s pretty good.”

“That’s good.”

“By the way, I don’t know what you said to her, but Sarayu seemed a bit less… She-devil today.”

“Yeah, she seemed quite understanding when I vented to her about how I’m not good enough, and how I don’t want to break anyone’s heart…”

He lunch lady smiled at Imya. “Hi, I’m Mildred. You must be one of the new girls?”

“Yeah. I’m Imya.”

“Nice to meat you!”

“Not going to lie, that’s clever.”

“Someone who enjoys my horrible jokes? This is the best day ever!”

Imya smiled. “You should try having se-“

Natsumi covered Imya’s mouth. “Done with that subject.”

“You’re no fun.” Imya’s phone began ringing. “Sorry, I have to take this.” She picked up. “Hey, Itsuki!”

“Imya, please, I need you to listen to me.”

“Wait, Itsuki, what’s wrong?”

“I-I got into a fight with 106.”

“What happened? Are you hurt anywh-“

“Imya, he said horrible things about you! I-I know it sounds stupid, but it hurt me inside to hear that.”

Imya’s expression turned serious. “Itsuki, stop worrying more about me, someone you hardly know, more than yourself.”