A/N: This is probably the fastest I have ever written and published in only a day or two.

Though, what you read here will be very short, so that's probably why.

Enjoy!

Another day at the notorious IS Academy.

Ichika Orimura, the first and only male capable of piloting an IS, woke up feeling the same as always.

Is this just one big dream that will never end?

Shaking off the grogginess, he got up and left for class. As he walked through the halls, he noticed something unusual—more than the usual amount of staring.

Gasps. Wide eyes. Flushed faces.

What's wrong with them today?

Being the only male in the academy meant he always stood out, but today felt… different. There was a strange energy in the air, and the way the girls were looking at him made him uneasy.

Not only that—something felt off.

Am I forgetting something? Or am I just being paranoid?

Pushing aside the uneasy feeling, he picked up his pace. The faster he got to class, the sooner this weirdness would be over.

But the gasps and shocked stares followed him the entire way.

Finally, he stepped into the classroom, hoping for some sense of normalcy. Instead—

"EEEEEK!"

Shrieks erupted the moment he entered. Every girl in the room had their eyes locked on him, faces red, mouths agape.

Ichika froze.

"Okay, what is going on?" He crossed his arms, growing frustrated.

"I-Ichika, you…" Houki's voice wavered.

"Ichika, you pervert!" Charlotte shrieked.

"My wife should only be doing this for me!" Laura snapped.

Just as Ichika was about to demand answers, the classroom door swung open, revealing Chifuyu and Yamada.

The moment they laid eyes on him, Chifuyu's coffee cup slipped from her fingers, shattering against the floor.

"Orimura… you're—" Chifuyu's voice wavered, something that never happened.

Yamada, unable to speak, simply raised a trembling hand and pointed downward.

Ichika blinked. "What?"

He followed her gaze and slowly—hesitantly—looked down at himself.

His breath caught. His heart nearly stopped.

Bare.

Head to toe.

Not a single piece of clothing.

Ichika's face turned redder than a warning light.

"AHHHHH!"

He screamed, arms flying to cover himself. Panic crashed over him like a tidal wave—

And then—

His eyes shot open.

Breathless and drenched in sweat, he bolted upright in bed.

Frantically, he threw off his sheets and looked down.

His nightwear was intact.

Reality set in.

He flopped back against the pillow, exhaling in sheer relief.

"Oh… my… god," he wheezed.

He ran a hand over his face.

"That has got to be the most horrifying nightmare anyone could have."

A/N: Let's be honest, we all have had this nightmare at least once. I know I have on multiple occasions.

I don't know when the next one of these will be, but it won't be as fast as this, that's for sure.

Until then.

Peace!