Just when things were finally starting to calm down in the CherryWood Academy group chat, a new notification appeared—one that made everyone collectively groan in disbelief. Eliza Vanders had entered the chat.

But this time, she didn't just send a message. She initiated a video call. Everyone in the chat was confused until the feed opened up to show Eliza holding another copy of Aoto's transcript, complete with both CherryWood Academy and Saint Queen's Academy selected.

The chat immediately exploded in rage.

Akia:
OH HELL NO, NOT HER AGAIN! 😡

Kay:
HOW DID SHE EVEN GET THAT?!

Rika:
WHERE ARE YOU EVEN FINDING THESE DAMN TRANSCRIPTS?! 🔥🤬

Principal Harriet:
This little... HOW DOES SHE KEEP GETTING HER HANDS ON THIS SHIT?! 😤💢

In the video, Eliza smiled smugly, clearly enjoying the chaos she was causing.

Eliza Vanders:
Looks like I've found something valuable, huh? You might want to double-check your documents, Aoto. Seems like someone forgot to handle this properly. 😏

The chat was in full meltdown mode. The teachers were swearing, the students were furious, and Principal Harriet looked like she was ready to drive straight to Saint Queen's Academy herself. But before anyone could respond, something unexpected happened in the background of Eliza's video feed.

A familiar figure appeared, sprinting toward Eliza—Matie, holding a 2x4, looking furious.

Mako:
Wait, is that... 🍩👀

Akia:
Oh my god...

Before Eliza even had time to react, there was a loud BONK sound as Matie swung the 2x4, and the video feed cut off abruptly, leaving nothing but a screen full of static.

The chat froze for a moment in disbelief before everyone completely lost it.

Rika:
BAHAHAHAHAHA! 🤣🤣🤣

Kay:
BONK! Matie to the rescue! 😂😂

Akia:
I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! THAT WAS PERFECT! 😆💥

Principal Harriet:
THAT'S MY GIRL! FINALLY, SOMEONE HANDLES HER! 😎👊

In no time, the chat filled with memes of Matie wielding the 2x4, various captions celebrating the "BONK heard 'round the world", and GIFs of cartoon characters getting knocked out. It was the perfect comedic relief after all the tension, and everyone was fully on board with Matie being the unofficial hero of the day.

Tech Nerd 1:
Someone please make a "Matie BONK" emoji for the chat!

Within minutes, the "Matie BONK" memes had flooded the group, and every student and staff member was sharing different versions of it. The chat was on fire with laughing emojis and high-fives as everyone appreciated the perfectly timed rescue.

Aoto, still processing what just happened, couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else. He sent a message:

Aoto:
Well, I didn't expect THAT today. Matie, you're a legend. 💪🤣

Matie, having just finished with her impromptu brawl, joined the chat with a simple message.

Matie:
You're welcome. 🔥

The chat blew up again with praise for Matie, and more memes flooded in. Someone posted a picture of Matie standing victorious over a cartoon Eliza, with the caption:

"The Hero We Didn't Deserve, But The Hero We Needed."

Even Principal Harriet, who had been fuming just moments earlier, couldn't help but jump back into the conversation, this time with a more lighthearted tone.

Principal Harriet:
Next time, Matie, bring a bigger 2x4. Let's make sure she doesn't come back. 😏👊

The students were loving it, and the group chat became a celebration of Matie's decisive action, filled with jokes, laughter, and plenty of bonk memes. The tension from earlier had completely dissolved, and the school's spirit was higher than ever.

For once, everyone could agree on one thing—Matie was the school's new hero, and no one, not even Eliza Vanders, could ruin their vibe now.

As the chat continued to explode with hilarity, Aoto sighed in relief. Even though the whole transcript situation was still unresolved, at least for today, they had won a small victory. And with Matie around, he knew he could count on a good bonk to keep things in check.

CherryWood Academy might be chaotic, but they were a family—and no one messed with family.

The next week arrived, and Aoto found himself standing next to Principal Harriet at the front gates of CherryWood Academy. The air was thick with tension as Headmistress Kara Kent, Eliza, Rhea, and a small entourage of students from Saint Queen's Academy approached for what was clearly meant to be a "visit"—though everyone knew it was more of a confrontation.

Aoto, still in disbelief at how he had become the center of attention in this strange feud, glanced behind him and saw the entire student body of CherryWood Academy gathered. Both the middle school and high school parts of the academy had shown up to witness the encounter, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

The Warrior Class students, in particular, were itching for a fight. They watched with an intensity that was borderline bloodlust, their eyes practically glowing with aggression as they glared at the approaching group from Saint Queen's Academy. The younger Warrior Class middle schoolers, led by their supposed leader—a Softy/Warrior Class hybrid with a squishy face—stood right at the front, fists clenched and ready for anything.

Matie stood beside Aoto, her presence a wall of silent protection. She didn't have a 2x4 this time, but her intimidating glare toward the approaching Eliza and Rhea was enough to make it clear that she was ready to strike at any moment. The tension was palpable, and Aoto felt the weight of the entire school's eyes on him.

"Well, this is going to be awkward..." Aoto muttered under his breath.

Principal Harriet, ever the hardass, kept her arms crossed, not flinching as Kara Kent and her entourage arrived. Her expression was a mix of irritation and disdain. "They really don't know when to give up, do they?" she whispered to Aoto, her eyes never leaving the approaching group.

Headmistress Kent, on the other hand, wore her signature smile—the kind that was just a little too perfect to be genuine.

Eliza and Rhea followed closely behind, clearly basking in the pride of their prestigious school, but even they could feel the tension in the air.

Kent stopped a few feet away from Harriet and Aoto. "Good morning, Harriet. Aoto," she said with an unsettlingly sweet tone. "We thought we'd come by for a... friendly visit."

Before anyone could respond, one of the Warrior Class middle school students, standing behind Aoto, mumbled under his breath, "Friendly, my ass."

The short Softy/Warrior Class hybrid leader of the middle schoolers, with her squishy face and tough demeanor, stood with her arms crossed. Despite her size, she was a formidable presence. "Yeah, we know what you're really here for," she muttered.

Matie, without breaking her gaze from Eliza, spoke softly to Aoto. "Do you want me to handle this? One swing, and they'll be gone."

Aoto gave her a nervous chuckle. "Maybe hold off on that... for now."

The student body of CherryWood watched with bated breath, eager to see how the encounter would play out. Even the typically more reserved students were on edge, and whispers filled the air.

"Are they really trying to steal him again?"

"Man, Saint Queen's doesn't know when to quit, huh?"

"I hope Harriet kicks her ass."

Eliza, always the one to stir up trouble, locked eyes with Aoto and smirked. "Aoto, I'm sure you've been thinking about it. You know you belong at Saint Queen's. Why stay here when you could have everything?"

Before Aoto could even respond, Harriet stepped forward, her voice sharp and cold. "You've already been warned once, Kent. Don't think for a second that this little show of yours is going to change anything. Aoto is a student of CherryWood Academy, and you are not welcome here."

Kara Kent smiled wider, clearly enjoying the tension. "Oh, Harriet, always so defensive. We're just here to offer him options."

The moment Kent said the word "options," the Warrior Class students collectively bristled, their bloodlust nearly palpable. Some of them even stepped forward, fists clenched, but Principal Harriet raised a hand, signaling for them to stand down.

The Softy/Warrior Class middle school leader glared at Kara Kent with a determined look. "You think you can just walk in here and take what you want? Not on our watch."

Aoto, feeling the heat of the situation, decided to speak up. "Look, Eliza, Kent, I'm not interested in Saint Queen's Academy. I've made that clear. I'm staying at CherryWood. It's my home now, and nothing you say is going to change that."

The students behind him erupted in support, cheering and applauding his statement. Even the usually quiet students joined in, showing their solidarity.

Kara Kent's smile faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered. "Very well," she said coolly. "But remember, Aoto... the door is always open for you at Saint Queen's. When you realize what you're missing, we'll be here."

Before she could turn to leave, Matie stepped forward, her voice low and dangerous. "He's not going anywhere, Kent. And if you ever try this again... well, let's just say next time, I won't miss."

Kara Kent and her entourage exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the entire school was ready to defend Aoto at a moment's notice. Even Eliza, who had been smug up until now, looked less confident than before.

With a final, forced smile, Kara Kent turned and began walking away, her students following behind her in silence. The CherryWood students erupted in cheers once again, their pride and loyalty to their school stronger than ever.

As Aoto watched Kara Kent and her group retreat, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He glanced at Matie, Harriet, and the sea of students behind him, all standing together as one united school.

"Well," Aoto said with a grin, "that was intense."

Principal Harriet smirked. "Yeah, but we won. And now they know better than to mess with CherryWood."

The students celebrated as Aoto finally let out a deep breath. Whatever Saint Queen's had planned, it didn't matter anymore. He was part of CherryWood, and nothing—not even Kara Kent—could change that.

It was then Kara Kent presented a transcript, her smug expression returned, and she held it up triumphantly for all to see. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "it looks like I have Aoto Kenzo's official transcript here, signed by me personally. That means, as of this moment, Aoto is a student of Saint Queen's Academy."

The moment those words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the courtyard shifted. It was as though the very air around them had turned electric with anger. The students and staff of CherryWood Academy stared in stunned silence for a moment before the rage set in.

A sudden commotion erupted behind Aoto as Koyko and Luna—two of the most emotionally attached students—came running up to him. Tears in their eyes, they clung to him tightly, their voices shaking with emotion.

"No! Aoto, you can't leave!" Koyko cried.

"You belong here with us, not at that place!" Luna sobbed.

The students behind them, particularly the Warrior Class, looked ready to tear Kent apart. A few of them had fists clenched so tightly their knuckles turned white. Even the staff members looked as though they were on the verge of losing their composure. Matie took a step forward, eyes blazing, her fists at her sides as if she was barely holding herself back from launching at Kent.

Despite the chaos and emotion, Aoto stayed surprisingly calm. He carefully took the transcript from Kent and looked down at it, ready to assess the damage. But then he blinked, confusion spreading across his face.

The entire document was written in Como.

"Uh..." Aoto muttered, turning the paper this way and that. "I can't read this."

Principal Harriet, who had been silently fuming beside him, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Aoto showed her the document, and her eyes quickly scanned the text. Her expression darkened almost immediately.

"That's... not right," she muttered under her breath. "It's written in Como, but that's not the language your official documents would be in. Your name and everything would be in Earth English—not to mention it's missing the seals."

The students and staff leaned in closer, their curiosity piqued.

Aoto, still confused, raised a hand. "Wait, I remember that the official version had the UN and Planet Comoros Educational Board seals. This... doesn't have any of that."

Harriet, her face slowly morphing from anger into a wicked grin, handed the paper back to Kent. "Oh, Kara. This is not the official transcript, is it?"

Kent, her face paling slightly, quickly tried to cover her tracks. "I assure you, it's just a technicality. I have the necessary Japanese government seal for Comoros right here, and that's all I need."

Aoto, with the realization hitting him hard, shook his head. "Nope. That seal's for the Japanese government made for here on Comoros. But my documents are under the United Nations Educational Board back on Earth. That seal trumps anything you have here." He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Besides, my name? It's always written in Earth English on official documents."

There was a deadly silence as the weight of Aoto's words sank in. The students, staff, and even Principal Harriet began to realize what this meant.

Kent's transcript was completely unofficial.

Principal Harriet turned her head slowly toward Kent, her face contorting into a smile that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. "So... you forged a document? And tried to steal one of my students with this trash?"

Kent took a step back, visibly shaken by the turn of events. "N-no, that's not—"

Before she could finish, Harriet raised a hand, cutting her off. She took a deep breath, the sound of her knuckles cracking echoing in the air. "Kara," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "I'm going to give you a ten-second head start."

The students of CherryWood Academy looked on in stunned disbelief as Harriet slowly began to flex her fingers, the sound of her knuckles cracking again punctuating the tension. Kara Kent, sensing what was about to happen, turned pale.

"I... I..." Kent stammered, her eyes darting around as she looked for an escape route.

"Ten..." Harriet said, her grin widening as her eyes darkened.

The Warrior Class students behind Aoto looked ready to jump in the moment the countdown finished. Even Matie and the Softy/Warrior Class hybrid leader from the middle school were silently cracking their knuckles, eagerly awaiting the chance to join in the chase.

"...Nine..."

Eliza and Rhea, standing beside Kent, were frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

"...Eight..."

Aoto couldn't help but smirk a little. The entire situation had gone from frustrating to hilarious in a matter of minutes. The sheer panic on Kent's face was almost worth all the trouble.

"...Seven..."

Finally, Kent snapped out of her shock and turned on her heel, breaking into a full sprint.

"Six..." Harriet called out as Kent bolted, Eliza and Rhea stumbling after her in a mad dash to get away.

The entire CherryWood Academy student body watched in amusement as Kent and her entourage ran for their lives. The Warrior Class students and even some of the teachers began to cheer and laugh, while the staff—who had been on edge moments ago—were now thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.

When Harriet reached zero, she took one confident step forward, though she didn't even need to give chase. Kent and her group were already halfway down the road, scrambling to escape the humiliation they had brought upon themselves.

The students of CherryWood erupted in cheers, their spirits high after the debacle. They had witnessed the ultimate takedown of Saint Queen's Academy, and now they knew—without a doubt—that Aoto was theirs.

As the crowd celebrated, Aoto looked over at Koyko and Luna, who were still clinging to him, smiling through their tears.

"Well," Aoto said with a chuckle, "I guess I'm not going anywhere after all."

The girls squeezed him tighter, and the students continued to cheer. Matie, grinning from ear to ear, clapped Aoto on the back.

"You're not getting away that easily, Aoto," she said, her tone light but full of pride. "You're one of us now."

And as the sun began to set on the chaotic day, Aoto couldn't help but feel like he had truly found his place—right here at CherryWood Academy.