Melon x Human Oc

Chapter 2 - Missing Items

Ryan walked back into class, a sense of unease settled over him like a heavy shroud. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of Professor Melon, the unsettling encounter from the previous day still fresh in his mind. And there, at the front of the room, sat the gazelle professor, his gaze fixed firmly on Ryan as if daring him to look away.

Feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his spine, Ryan forced a weak smile and waved awkwardly at Professor Melon. The professor's stare bore into him, sending a chill down his spine that he couldn't shake. Clearing his throat, Ryan spoke up, trying to mask his discomfort with forced nonchalance.

"Um, hi Professor," Ryan said, his voice coming out more strained than he had intended. "Nice day, isn't it?"

Professor Melon's lips curled into a semblance of a smile, though his eyes remained cold and calculating. "Indeed, Ryan," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "Do you need any assistance walking home tonight?"

Ryan's heart skipped a beat at the question, his mind racing with a thousand possible scenarios. Was Professor Melon offering genuine concern, or was there something more sinister lurking beneath the surface? Swallowing hard, Ryan forced a laugh, trying to brush off the professor's inquiry with a casual remark.

"Oh, no thanks, Professor," Ryan said, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm actually going skateboarding with some friends later."

A flicker of annoyance crossed Professor Melon's features, though it was difficult to discern beneath the doctor's mask he always wore. Ryan couldn't help but wonder what lay hidden behind that mask—was it a smile, or something far more sinister?

As Ryan made his way to his seat, he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into the back of his skull. He glanced around nervously, searching for any sign of reassurance, but found none. The other students seemed to be absorbed in their own worlds, oblivious to the tension that hung thick in the air.

Desperate for some semblance of normalcy, Ryan leaned over to the rabbit girl sitting next to him, hoping to strike up a conversation and distract himself from the suffocating atmosphere. "Is it me, or is Professor being weird today?" he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I'll never get a girl to talk to me," Ryan thought, his spirits sinking lower with each passing moment. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he was destined to remain an outsider, forever on the fringes of society.

Ryan sat at his desk, engrossed in his notes, the scratching of his pen the only sound in the otherwise silent classroom. He was so focused on his work that he didn't notice the presence behind him until it was too late.

Startled, Ryan jumped, nearly knocking over his pen as he whirled around to face Professor Melon, who stood looming over him with an unsettling intensity.

"So, Ryan, did you do my assignments?" Professor Melon's voice was low and measured, sending a shiver down Ryan's spine.

Ryan gulped, his mind racing as he frantically searched through his bag for the assignment in question. But to his horror, it was nowhere to be found. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized that he must have misplaced it.

"I-I must have lost it," Ryan stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

To his surprise, Professor Melon chuckled softly, though there was a distinct edge to his amusement. "I guess wittle wyan needs help~," he said, his tone condescending. "So as punishment, Ryan, I'll be walking you home. And if you're going skateboarding, then I'll join you. That way, you can explain to me about the assignment."

Ryan's heart sank at the thought of spending even more time in the company of Professor Melon, but he knew better than to argue. With a resigned sigh, he muttered a begrudging "Yes, Professor," his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Ryan sat in his history class, his stomach churning uncomfortably as he tried to focus on Professor Melon's lecture. But as the minutes ticked by, the urge to use the restroom grew stronger, until it became unbearable. With a deep breath, Ryan raised his hand, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"Um, Professor Melon, can I go to the toilet?"

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Professor Melon, who regarded Ryan with a disdainful expression. He snapped his head sideways, a look of disgust crossing his features before he turned back to face Ryan.

"And let you miss out on my lovely lesson, Ryan? I'll refuse," Professor Melon replied, his voice dripping with condescension.

"But I have a medical-" Ryan tried to interject, but Professor Melon cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand, leaning casually against the podium as he addressed Ryan once more.

"Did your mummy or daddy not potty train you?" he taunted, his words like daggers aimed at Ryan's heart.

Ryan's chest tightened at the mention of his parents. His mother had passed away when he was just four years old, leaving him to be raised by his father. And when Ryan was fifteen, his father had made the decision to send him to this world, a decision that had changed his life forever.

Muttering something under his breath, Ryan sank back into his seat, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He hated feeling so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of someone else's whims.

Meanwhile, Professor Melon casually twirled around, addressing the rest of the class with a sickening sweetness in his voice. "I'm sorry, everyone, for the little nappy baby begging me for the toilet," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm afraid that this lesson is over."

Ryan's heart sank as he watched Professor Melon dismiss the class, his humiliation complete. He couldn't shake the feeling of shame that enveloped him like a suffocating blanket, nor the bitter taste of injustice that lingered on his tongue.

Ryan's excitement bubbled up inside him as the final bell of the day rang, signaling the end of another grueling school day. With a sense of relief washing over him, he eagerly gathered his belongings, ready to make a swift exit before Professor Melon could subject him to any further humiliation.

Startled, Ryan turned to see Professor Melon standing beside him, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Did you forget that you are being punished?" Professor Melon's voice was sharp, a reminder of the power he held over Ryan's fate.

Groaning inwardly, Ryan resigned himself to his fate, knowing that any attempt to defy Professor Melon would only result in further punishment. With a defeated sigh, he waited as the professor packed up his own belongings, the weight of his disappointment heavy in the air.

As they made their way out of the classroom, Ryan couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment within him. Why did Professor Melon always seem to single him out for punishment? What had he done to deserve such treatment?

"Sir, do you hate me?" Ryan couldn't stop himself from blurting out the question, his frustration boiling over despite his better judgment.

Professor Melon simply looked at Ryan, his expression unreadable. "Do you hate me, Ryan?" he asked in return, his tone deceptively mild.

Rolling his eyes, Ryan shook his head. "Don't turn this around on me," he muttered under his breath, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

But Professor Melon only laughed, a sound that grated on Ryan's nerves. "Oh, but I think I will, Ryan," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. "I want you to behave better in class, and please make sure to hand in your assignment on time."

Ryan opened his mouth to argue back, to demand an explanation for Professor Melon's unfair treatment, but the words died on his lips as he caught sight of his friend Aiko-san waiting for him by the door.

"Yo, I'm on punishment," he explained hastily, casting a wary glance back at Professor Melon. "So my teacher will be watching me like a hawk."

Aiko-san glanced at Professor Melon, a frown marring his features, before shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, sucks to be you, I guess," he replied with a shrug. "But hey, at least you'll have someone to keep you company, right?"

Ryan nodded as he trudged towards the skatepark with Melon by his side.