Magister Mischief
By: Shinka
The Sakura petals drifted down lazily over the crowd of students.
The class announcements were just posted, and the students were too busy finding their names to appreciate the natural beauty around them.
While I stood there waiting for my turn to peek at the announcement board, I was doing some mental math for the falling speed of the Sakura petals.
‘Five centimeters a second, huh? That’s actually pretty quick.’ I mused.
I’d been at AniMeta University for a few months now and had enjoyed my Minami Mistress as a fun, if spicy, class to use.
However, since Momo upgraded her Kyoko to the Senior Streamer Job, I’d been wanting to join her for some streaming shenanigans.
Luckily, I already had my Bachelor’s Degree and was able to transfer my Minami to an Associate Streamer without too much trouble, but I had to apply for the Magister Degree curriculum to get that coveted Senior Streamer job.
So it was back to school for me. ‘Yay… Fun…MORE School…’ I thought while sighing. ‘At least when I upgrade the job I can earn more $ANIMA!’
The crowd was starting to disperse, so I walked towards the board for a better view. Moving along, I found the Magister Degree section and scanned it for my name.
‘JacksonsWang, JakeFrmSt8Farm, Jeezylouisy… Sheesh, this list is long and suspicious,’ I thought while moving around the board looking for my name.
After what felt like an eternity, I found it. ‘Jimin, Magister Degree Student Number#: 42069’.
I must have been super lucky, or super unfortunate, but I wanted to grab a picture of my student number for some social media clout.
I was admiring the picture I took when someone poked me rather firmly from behind.
“Can you like, move? I’m trying to find my name here, and I can’t see through you!” she said.
I turned around to look at the rude poker and jumped a little in surprise when I saw her.
Her icy blue eyes seemed to stare a hole through my very soul. She definitely saw my jump, and her expression turned a little more sour, yet she was still stunningly beautiful.
“Are you gonna gawk at me? Or are you gonna get out of my way?” she asked rather harshly.
I wasn’t able to muster up a response and simply stepped aside.
As she moved toward the board, I noticed the crowd was keeping their distance from us, and heard whispers from among those watching.
“Whoa, that person got in the Ice Queen’s way and made her angry!” someone said.
“Yikes! They're not gonna make it here if they get on her bad side,” came the reply.
I looked around but couldn’t see who was whispering and snuck a peek back at the Ice Queen.
She was looking intently at the board and before I knew it, I had walked over and stood next to her.
“D-Did you find your name?” I asked, grimacing at my stutter.
Silence. She didn’t even look at me and simply pointed at a name a couple of columns over from mine. ‘Lena, Magister Degree Student Number# 44444’.
“Lena huh? Seems we’re both in the Magister program. I’m Jimin, nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll even have a class together haha. What Senior Job are you aiming for?” I said, offering my hand for a handshake.
She looked at me, then looked down at my hand, and then back at me.
She seemed to be thinking something over when suddenly, she flipped her long burgundy colored hair with an aggressive “Hmmph!” and walked off, leaving me there with the peanut gallery to gossip about my actions and embarrassment.
After that little incident, the rest of the day was a blur. Momo apparently heard about someone upsetting the Ice Queen and she was shocked to hear it was me.
Apparently, Lena was a well-known fashion designer, and her icy demeanor was just as famous, if not infamous, online.
I didn’t want to spend too much time dwelling on the interaction and spent the weekend filling the void inside me with Starcrane items.
Before I knew it, Monday came, and with it, the first day of the Magister Program.
My curriculum was tailored for the Senior Streaming job and included a fair share of technical content. However, aside from the Camera Angles workshop and the Only Friends Marketing seminar, I was looking forward to the Audience Engagement & Simping 101 class the most.
Walking into the classroom, I noticed a head full of very familiar burgundy-colored hair sitting in the very first row. I walked over and sat down next to her.
“Well, well, well, Lena. Hi! Remember me?” I asked with a smug grin.
She stared at my face with a confused expression, and then it clicked.
“Oh no… It’s you. Jimin was it?” she said with a sigh.