Boba catastrophe
I should’ve known my Tuesday was cursed the second I dropped my toast that morning and it landed jam-side down.
Some people believe in astrology. Others believe in fate.
Me? I believe in signs from the universe.
And the universe was clearly saying: Lila Summers, you are about to have a terrible, no-good, very weird day.
But at the time, I didn’t know that.
At the time, I was just trying to survive another school afternoon, clutching my oversized cup of brown sugar boba tea like it was the only thing standing between me and total academic despair.
“Lila, slow down!” my best friend Mia shouted, trotting after me as I weaved through the courtyard. “You’re gonna trip or spill it or—”
Too late.
The boy came out of nowhere.
One moment the path was clear. The next moment a blur of black hoodie and flying hair rounded the corner at full speed, and before I could react—
CRASH.
We collided like two trains on the same track. My drink catapulted into the air in glorious, slow-motion chaos, droplets of tea glittering in the sunlight before raining down on the poor guy’s chest.
The courtyard went silent.
“Oh my god!” I yelped, clutching my now-empty cup like I could magically refill it. “I’m so, so sorry!”
The boy froze.
Up close, he was all sharp cheekbones and messy black hair, with golden-brown eyes that would’ve been dreamy under literally any other circumstances.
Right now, though? He looked like a man standing on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
“It’s fine,” he muttered, voice tight.
It was clearly not fine.
He started tugging at his hoodie like it was suddenly strangling him, panic flickering across his face like a warning light.
And then… it happened.
One second: awkwardly handsome student.
Next second: sleek, black cat sitting on the pavement, tail lashing in irritation.
I blinked.
The entire courtyard blinked.
“WHAT,” I screeched, pointing like a lunatic, “JUST HAPPENED?!”
The cat glared at me like I was the one being unreasonable.
“Lila,” Mia whispered, clutching my arm, “he just… he just disappeared into a cat!”
The cat hissed at her like it was offended by the accusation, then bolted into the bushes.
There was a rustling noise, a muttered curse, and then—
The boy was back.
Dripping boba tea. Hoodie half-off. Hair sticking up like he’d been electrocuted.
“Forget what you saw,” he blurted, refusing to meet my eyes. “Please. Just… pretend that didn’t happen.”
I stared at him. “Pretend what didn’t happen? That you just went full-on Houdini: The House Pet Edition in front of the entire school?”
He winced. “It’s… complicated.”
Mia, traitor that she was, was already grinning like Christmas had come early. “Oh. My. God. Lila. He’s a catboy. Do you realize what this means?”
“It means I might need therapy?” I offered weakly.
“It means,” Mia said, practically vibrating with excitement, “you are living in an anime. A romantic comedy anime. This is episode one.”
The boy groaned. “Can you not call it that?”
Mia ignored him entirely.
“Okay,” I said slowly, arms crossed. “So let me get this straight. You turn into a cat when… what? Someone spills boba tea on you?”
He hesitated. “Not… exactly.”
“Then what?” Mia asked, eyes sparkling with unholy curiosity.
The boy sighed like we were the bane of his existence. “It’s emotions,” he muttered finally. “Stress. Embarrassment. Strong feelings in general.”
Mia gasped. “So if someone kissed you—”
“Don’t,” the boy snapped, face going scarlet.
“Oh my god,” Mia whispered. “You’d totally turn into a cat if someone kissed you. Lila, we have to test this. For science.”
“I’M NOT KISSING HIM,” I said immediately.
“THANK YOU,” the boy said at the same time, looking like he might actually melt into the pavement out of sheer embarrassment.
Mia looked deeply disappointed in both of us.
I folded my arms. “Okay, fine, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Kitty. Explain. Because right now, I’m halfway convinced I hallucinated all of that.”
He looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“…Ren,” he muttered finally. “Ren Minami. Transfer student. And it’s… a family thing. Genetic. Complicated.”
“Complicated,” I repeated flatly.
“Very,” he said.
Mia was already smirking like she was writing the fanfiction in her head. “So let me get this straight,” she said. “Your entire family…?”
“Yes,” Ren said grimly. “Every man in my family. When we get too emotional, we turn into cats. It’s genetic.”
I blinked at him. “So… family reunions must be wild.”
Ren gave me a look. “You have no idea.”
I folded my arms. “So… you have, like, nine lives too? Super smell? Can you talk to other cats?”
He looked like he regretted his entire existence. “This is why I don’t tell people.”
“Because you’re afraid of turning into a viral TikTok?” I asked.
He groaned. “Because people make this face when they find out.”
Mia grinned. “What face?”
He gestured vaguely at us. “That one. Like I’m a science project crossed with a circus act.”
“Well,” I said, shrugging, “you kinda are.”
“Great,” Ren muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is exactly why I never wanted to move schools again.”
“Again?” I echoed.
He winced. “It’s… happened before.”
I grinned. “So you’re, like, a traveling catboy disaster?”
He looked skyward like he was praying for lightning to strike him.
Before Mia could say something else entirely inappropriate, the warning bell rang, saving us all from further humiliation.
We drifted toward the classroom doors, and I figured that was that.
We’d go back to class. And maybe—maybe—Mia would stop calling him my “fated anime boyfriend.”
Nope.
I barely had time to take my seat before our teacher—Mrs. Han—clapped her hands for attention.
“Everyone, we have a new student joining us today,” she said, gesturing toward the door.
And of course.
Of course.
In walked Ren.
Hair still slightly damp. Hoodie zipped halfway to hide the tea stains. Expression set to Maximum Regret.
Several girls immediately started whispering. One of them actually sighed like she was in a K-drama.
“Please welcome Ren Minami,” Mrs. Han said cheerfully.
He gave a tiny bow. “Hi.”
He didn’t look at me.
I didn’t blame him.
“Ren, take the empty seat by Lila,” Mrs. Han said.
I choked.
He groaned.
And Mia? Oh, Mia was already grinning from ear to ear.
“Like I said,” she whispered as he walked toward me, “episode one.”
