The Misadventures Of A Troublemaking Catboy

October 25th, Morning – Boys' Dormitory, My Room

The aftereffects of nyan-nyan syndrome are a nasty piece of work—takes forever to shake.

I sat in front of the sink, staring at my cute reflection in the mirror.

Flicked my ears. Raised my tail high.

My strength and energy had returned, so I was planning to challenge that treant swordsman soon. But of all days, todaywas my turn to transform.

"Meow~ (Translation: Oh well, guess I'll have to skip school today.)"

If it were just cat ears, I could maybe still manage to go.

But full-on cat form? That's a no-go. Seriously.

Besides, right now I didn't even have my human consciousness. I was just an adorable little kitty.

Not like Rindo, who manages to retain her self-awareness during this form.

"Meow."