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Sunny.

The weather today was sweltering hot. Loose clothing hung on everyone’s frame and unbuttoned shirts were the norm. Teachers didn’t say a word about unkempt appearances, as they were the same. The AC has broken again. 

The teachers droned on and on about things learned the year before. The boy had tuned it out like usual. It was his last week here anyway. His only thought was being able to finally take a short nap without the teacher noticing. “Anyway, It’s cooler here by the window and it’s not like we haven’t learned this already,” he thought. He let his head fall into a comfortable position on his sleeves and breathed silently. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his body as his eyes began to droop. But the boy was soon rudely interrupted.

“@#$%! since you didn’t hear me the first time, come to the board and answer this question,” the stern teacher’s voice sounded.

The boy started awake and his drowsy gaze slowly made its way to the question on the board. He blinked very slowly, as if in a daze. “The answer is five million, eight hundred and sixty-five point three-two,” he responded. His voice was clear despite his sleepy appearance, although a bit husky. The teacher paused slightly, watching him. “Your answer is correct, @#$%!, but don’t let me catch you dozing off in my class again,” the teacher warned, giving the boy an expectant look. The teacher then continued the lesson, sharp lines and writing appeared on the chalkboard under the teacher’s hand. The boy sighed in dismay. He propped his head on his hand, shut his eyes, and fell asleep.

Time passed quicker than the boy expected. He now found himself trailing behind the other students, they were on their way to PE. Not a boring class like others, but tiring. His body stretches and warms up because it was time for the weekly jog. As one of the more athletic students, it doesn’t take long to finish, but he stands in place for a while, trying to catch his breath. Five laps weren’t easy in this heat. 

The sun glared, and another wave of heat swept through the track. The few students still running groaned. When he catches his breath, he lazily grabs a novel from his large hoodie on the heated bleachers and began his search for a spot away from the sun. In the clear field, only a willow tree sat a distance away. It had a small bench placed under the shade, so he decides to go there. 

The sound of the cicadas and crickets got louder as he came closer while school sounds became faint. You could tell the surrounding grass was protected by the tree. Compared to the rest, it was slightly greener and lofty. Softer too. The boy sits on the cool bench with his long legs extended, then flung his head back and gazed upward, only to find a pair of dull brown eyes peering down at him. The boy didn’t show any surprise at this and only blinked. The rusting of clothes could be heard as the figure jumped down with practiced ease, landing right next to the boy. The boy’s eyes followed every movement in curiosity. The figure then brushed the little dust off and began to walk away.

He looked like the typical pretty boy. Really tall and handsome. 

The boy turned his attention back to his novel and read until it was time to go inside.

It’s time to head home. The last bell rang as students begin to pack up their belongings. The boy stayed sitting in his chair, staring out the window. 

It was colder now, the sun hid behind the clouds and the sky grew darker. The boy finally packed his belongings when he saw the last student leave the classroom. 

But that’s when something strange happened. 

The world around him began to change bringing on a strange silence. Everything was enveloped in a bright whiteness, so white, the boy felt he would get snow blindness from staring too long. In a distance, he could discern a rectangular dot that seemed to be floating. At once, the boy began stalking towards it. 

Closer and closer he got, he was close enough to tell the dot was a small, dusty book. The boy finally felt some emotion other than mild surprise. Confusion.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows as he reached for the dusty thing. The dust flew off and the title was made clear. The boy frowned. It was a book he knew well because…

Well because…

It was his cousin who wrote it.

The boy flipped through a few pages. Other than some minor changes, it was just as he remembered. A typical MarySue novel, except genderswapped. Since he wasn’t a bl fan, he didn’t bother with it, only reading it casually for the sake of his cousin.

It was about the MC of the novel named Nin and the ML, Noel. The ‘cold beauty’ Nin, was the lost son of the chair(wo)man of a multi-million dollar company and had been replaced by an adopted son, Pas. The two fought fiercely for the empty position their mother had left. With the help of Noel, Nin destroyed Pas and his supporters and became chairman. Noel was also set to inherit a company on the same level as Nin's, and when he did, they finally announced their relationship to the world. Marriage and pregnancy between men were already a thing in the novel, so they got married and had two kids after some X-rated stuff at the end. 

To be honest, it was very boring. It took the boy a few days to read because of the typicalness of it. 

“But why was it here? Where am I?” the boy questioned. He tossed the book to the side and sat on the floor with his head thrown back. In a distance, he could see a red button. The boy scrambled back to his feet and vaulted upwards, stopping midair. He drifted until he reached the red button, then he pressed it. As soon as he pushed down, suddenly, gravity made its presence known and the boy fell to the ground, into unconsciousness.