When Luno awoke, she wasn’t surprised to find herself not in her own dorm room. This chaotic mess could only belong to Manatsu Mio.

"Didn’t I clean this place yesterday—no, the day before? How did it become a garbage dump again?!"

She had indeed tidied up just two days ago. Clothes were piled haphazardly on the bed—even underwear wasn’t spared. Plastic bags and tissues littered the floor. On the desk sat a half-eaten bento box from last night, clear proof this lazybones bought discounted meals to avoid washing dishes.

Glancing down at her outfit, she confirmed it was still the same "dress" from two days ago.

"A girl like this will never get married," Luno muttered, covering her face as she surveyed the disaster zone. Even as a guy, she’d find this unbearable.

Her eyes caught an envelope on the desk addressed to "Lunorette." Inside was a simple note introducing the writer, outlining her relationships, and ending with a firm warning: *Never mention the body swap to my friend Yuki.*

Luno recalled writing her own letter last night for the "next-day her," but unlike Moyu’s detailed note, hers had been just a few rushed lines. Guilt pricked her—she’d sent this otherworldly guest to attend classes at Rockefeller Academy without properly explaining her life. Her biggest fear? Moyu would completely wreck her social circle.

"Alright, time for school."

She yanked open the curtains and stretched, the soft curves of her borrowed body on full display.

Per the letter, Moyu had already emailed Yuki last night to wake her up. All Luno needed to do was follow her to campus.

After brushing her teeth, Luno rummaged desperately for the girls’ uniform. Finding nothing, she reluctantly opened the door to the doorbell’s chime.

"Morning, Yuki."

She remembered the instruction from the letter.

"Morning. Didn’t expect you to be up already."

Yuki seemed stern but not unkind. Luno sensed she’d be easy to get along with.

"Seriously?! How do you even live like this?" Yuki sighed, rubbing her temples at the room’s chaos. Luno could only nod in sympathy.

"Mio, you’ll never get married like this."

Luno agreed—but the real Mio wasn’t here to hear it.

"Uh… Yuki?" Luno hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"I can’t find my uniform. Do you know where it is?"

The letter hadn’t mentioned its location.

"Buried under all this? No wonder…" Yuki glanced at the mountain of clothes, unfazed. She pulled a boys’ uniform from the closet and tossed it to the bewildered girl.

"Mine?"

Luno stared at the garment. Something felt off. *Holy crap—this is the boys’ uniform!*

"Problem? You always wear this. Or… suddenly craving skirts?" Yuki’s deadpan expression confirmed she wasn’t joking.

Luno’s mind reeled. *So Manatsu Mio’s a cross-dressing weirdo?!*

"You’ll be late if you don’t change now," Yuki reminded her.

Resigned, Luno stripped down to her panties, exposing herself to Yuki.

"Hold on."

Yuki’s face flushed slightly—probably just Luno’s imagination.

"You forgot your binding cloth."

Yuki handed it over. A herd of wild horses stampeded through Luno’s mind. *Manatsu Mio, what messed-up situation forced you to disguise yourself as a boy?!*

Grudgingly, Luno dressed and followed Yuki to school.

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*Sigh.*

The white-haired girl couldn’t help but sigh.

In another world’s classroom, Moyu had planned to slack off—but reality bit hard.

First: this body belonged to the Chief Student of Rockefeller Academy. Sleeping in class? Unthinkable.

Second: her roommate, the elegant noble Caina, sat beside her. Any slip-up might raise suspicion about her true identity.

Third: behind her sat Theos—the guy who’d utterly crushed her two days ago (okay, *technically*).

Trapped in this terrifying lineup, how could she skip class? Thankfully, Luno’s body was energetic, unlike her own perpetually exhausted one. No dozing off here.

Meanwhile, in Luno’s body, the real Lunorette slumped at her desk, chin propped on her palm, utterly lifeless.

*I just want to sleep.*

*Why is this body so drained?*

*Ugh. A model student like me… falling asleep in class?*

Luno felt like dying. She didn’t know Moyu regularly pulled all-nighters gaming, then slept through classes. Of course she was exhausted.

Moyu, in Luno’s body, actually enjoyed the magic lesson. The curriculum fascinated her.

"Miss Lunorette. A word, please."

A boy blocked her path as she tried to leave. Moyu’s head throbbed.

It was Theos—dream idol of half the academy’s girls. News of his victory over the Chief Student had spread. He probably wanted a rematch to boost his fame. Defeating the top student *would* turn heads.

But outside the classroom, his first words stunned her:

"You held back, didn’t you?"

His piercing gaze felt like needles.

"I know it. Your true strength dwarfs what you showed. Those attacks couldn’t possibly hurt you. The only explanation? You went easy on me."

Moyu sweated. True—Luno *had* held back. But *she* hadn’t. As a weakling, losing was inevitable.

"I won’t accept half-measures. Fight me with everything you have. It’s a noble’s honor. Do you understand, Miss Lunorette?"

Theos’s intensity pinned her in place.

"Fine. Got it."

What else could she say? Next time he challenged her, she’d stall and let the real Luno handle it.

"My apologies for the delay. I’ll take my leave."

Theos bowed gracefully and walked past her.

"Is winning… truly that important to you, Theos?"

The words slipped out before Moyu could stop them. Theos froze, then turned. His eyes burned with conviction.

"To me? As vital as life itself. It’s the symbol of my nobility."

He turned away, his figure blurring in her vision.

Moyu couldn’t grasp it—nobles treating battles, honor, and glory as worth more than life itself. *Typical aristocrat sickness*, she thought. But who was she, a commoner, to judge? Manatsu Mio just needed to survive her own life.

*Theos R. Vortis. Son of the Miralstin Empire’s Duke. Heir to the Vortis dukedom.* Such a terrifying status… yet he’d fixated on *her*. Unbelievable.

Shrugging it off, Moyu turned to leave—when a girl spotted her and rushed over.

"Wait, Senior Lunorette!"

Moyu turned.

"You are…?"

*Idiot!* she scolded herself. *What if she knows the real Luno?*

"I’m Josephine Leautier, a first-year. Pleased to meet you, Senior!"

Relief washed over Moyu—this was a stranger.

"Josephine, right? What can I do for you?"

"T-this is for you!"

Josephine thrust a bouquet of a dozen wrapped roses toward her.

Moyu froze.

Josephine wasn’t goddess-tier, but her sweet, doll-like face was undeniably charming—just not as striking as Luno’s. Still, such a cute underclassman offering roses? Awkward.

*Is this… a confession?*

Her first-ever confession—while trapped in a girl’s body, no less. And the recipient wasn’t even *her*.

"A-ah! Don’t misunderstand! It’s just… admiration! I’ve always looked up to you, Senior! I bought these to show my respect!"

Josephine caught her panic and stammered an explanation.

"I see. Thank you, Josephine."

Moyu accepted the flowers without thinking.

"Senior Lunorette!"

"Yes?"

"P-please teach me swordsmanship!"

Josephine’s earnestness gave Moyu a headache.

"Sorry. Find someone else."

*How can this weakling teach anyone?*

"N-no problem! Even if you won’t teach me… let me stay by your side!"

"What?"

"I mean—wrong words! Let me do something for you! Please… treat me as a friend!"

*Is this underclassman into girls…?*

Moyu’s head spun. But Josephine’s desperation reminded her of her past self.

"Josephine. Before you say more…" Moyu gently tapped the girl’s shoulder. "Look up. People are watching."

She couldn’t risk a public misunderstanding over this near-confession.