Chapter 11 – My Teacher Found My Fanfiction and Now I Have to Teach Class?!?

I always thought I'd die in some dramatic, anime-worthy way.

Maybe in a sword fight.

Or being too attractive and exploding.

Not by having my fanfiction discovered.

Scene: Monday Morning – Homeroom

I walked into class, blissfully unaware that my life was already over.

Everyone turned to look at me like I had committed treason.

Even the class pet goldfish gave me judgmental side-eye.

Sayuri smirked. Lilith was biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

Then my teacher, Miss Arakawa, approached with a folder. She looked… amused.

"Kazuki," she said. "You're quite the storyteller."

I blinked. "Wait—what—"

She held up a printed manuscript titled:

"The Forbidden Rose: A Love Triangle Between Me, My Stepmom, and Her Secret Vampire Twin"

OH NO.

Flashback – 3 Hours Earlier

I had submitted a "creative writing assignment" over the weekend.

Problem: I accidentally uploaded my WebNovel draft folder instead of the "Five Paragraph Essay About Perseverance."

So instead of:

"Perseverance is the key to success in academic environments…"

She got:

"Her fangs grazed my neck as she whispered, 'Call me… Mommy.'"

Scene: Complete and Utter Humiliation

"I—uh—that's not mine," I stammered.

"Oh really?" she said. "Because it features a character named Kazushi Hoshono who wears hoodies and cries during emotional climax scenes."

The class lost it.

Sayuri clapped slowly. "Bravo."

Lilith screamed into her hoodie.

The student council president threw rose petals for some reason.

Now I'm the Teacher??

Miss Arakawa placed the story on my desk. "You clearly have… enthusiasm. So, today, you'll be leading a lesson on romantic storytelling. 20 minutes. The class is yours."

Everyone stared.

I died inside.

Then stood up.

And delivered the most chaotic, cringe-infused, unhinged masterclass in shoujo-style romance anyone had ever seen.

Kazuki's Rules for Writing Romance:

Make your characters hot but emotionally damaged.

Bonus if one has a tragic backstory involving rain and music boxes.

Add accidental physical contact.

Trips, falls, hugs, elbow-to-breast collisions. Classic.

Include emotional screaming in the rain.

No rain? Add a sprinkler scene.

Make someone jealous.

Even if they don't have feelings. They will.

One of them must almost die.

That's just math.

After the Lesson

Miss Arakawa looked at me like she had just witnessed a trainwreck she couldn't stop watching.

"Well," she said. "You traumatized the class. But you made a point."

Then she handed me a note:

"Consider submitting to the school lit magazine. PS: Never say 'dripping with desire' in a classroom again."

Sayuri handed me a rose.

Lilith handed me a water balloon filled with glitter.

I have no idea what message that was.

End of Chapter 11

✅ Call to Action:

💌 Would you read Kazuki's forbidden fanfic? Should it become a real WebNovel spinoff?

💬 Comment your favorite "romance writing rule" — or make up your own!

📌 Bookmark now for Chapter 12 – "My Childhood Friend Confessed… While I Was Trapped in a Locker with the Transfer Assassin" 😳🔪❤️

Bonus Chapter – Forbidden Rose: Excerpt from Chapter 7, "Midnight Thirst and Kitchen Accidents"

by the tragically flustered and hopelessly romantic Kazuki H.

Scene: Midnight, in a Cozy Kitchen Lit Only by the Fridge Light

Kazushi stood in front of the open fridge, dramatically eating cold rice like a man with too many emotions and zero dignity.

He had been avoiding her all day.

Her = Ayame.

His stepmom.

Also possibly a vampire.

Also definitely hot.

"I thought I smelled guilt and soy sauce," came a voice from behind him.

Kazushi spun around. She was standing there barefoot, wearing one of his hoodies that fit her too well to be accidental.

Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, like she was powered by secrets and regret.

"I was hungry," he muttered, shoveling more rice into his mouth.

"Are you hungry for food… or something more dangerous?" she whispered.

A long pause.

Then he choked. On a grain of rice.

"Ayame-san," he coughed. "Please stop being weird in the kitchen—this is a sacred rice space."

She stepped closer. "You wrote about me in your diary."

"That was… a fictional memoir!!"

She leaned in.

"I liked the part where you described my 'dangerously tragic neckline.'"

"PLEASE RESPECT THE BOUNDARIES OF A SLEEP-DEPRIVED TEENAGER."

Suddenly — a Knock on the Window

A shadow loomed.

It was her twin sister, the vampire assassin ex-girlfriend of Kazushi's real mom.

"Step away from my almost-son-slash-target, Ayame."

Ayame bared her fangs.

Kazushi dropped his rice.

The fridge hummed, full of silent judgment.

Kazushi's Internal Monologue (Because of Course He Has One)

This is it. I'm going to die in a three-way kitchen love triangle while holding leftover curry.

Somewhere, Shakespeare is laughing at me.

End Excerpt

✍️ Editor's Note: This fanfic was found in a folder titled "DO NOT READ UNLESS I'M DEAD OR FAMOUS."

✅ Bonus CTA:

💋 Want more from Forbidden Rose? Should Kazushi's tragic vampire love triangle become its own spin-off?

🧛 Comment your dream "anime fanfic trope" to include next!

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