Vector, a poor, crippled chef, killed himself after being fed up with his pathetic life. When he reincarnated into the first cringe fantasy story he’s ever read, he was horrified, then excited to find out he’s not crippled in this life. He’d be able to do things he couldn’t in his past life, like have fun and woo beautiful women. But that fantasy was instantly cut short on realizing he wasn’t the male lead, but instead a useless extra that was lovesick over the alpha male lead, who later ended up killing him.

Vector, now Varney, wants nothing of that life. 

Aside from being straight as hell, he also knows the male lead ended up killing him… so, on the day he was supposed to officially meet the male lead, he stayed away, having no interest in competing for the male lead’s attention with other lovesick fools. 

Luckily, a rare opportunity comes by— to attend Hillstone Supernatural academy, a school where only elites attend, but every year, few selected humans from every kingdom are opportuned to attend, for a chance to make a name for themselves before graduation. 

In the academy, Varney instantly discovers that nothing is as it seems. Lies and secrets litter the dark hallway, safety is nonexistent and the strong preyed on the weak. Humans, who’re at the bottom of the hierarchy, are more like flies in the midst of monsters, waiting to be swatted away. In hillstone, being noticed and sought after as a human meant three things = disaster, danger and… death.

Varney planned to stay unnoticed, graduate and leave without getting into any trouble. 

But can that be possible when he not only unexpectedly crosses paths with the daunting, alpha male lead but also ends up having to share a room with him? Worse, the male lead’s reputation is dark as night and even the strongest students here in Hillstone are wary of him.

Like his problems aren’t enough, wherever he went, he attracted trouble his way like a faulty magnet, causing him to be noticed against his will. 

Varney’s carefully mapped-out second chance life went from oil to open fire in a heartbeat.

 "Wait, I didn't notice before… but is this Knox's shirt?" Evan asked, his eyes on the shirt I was in and my face instantly reddened.


Evan grinned as our eyes met again. "Of my gosh, it's really is, and it looks so good on you!" He cried out and my cheeks reddened


He shook his head vehemently, now kneeling in the bed. "It seriously looks so good on you! Like you wearing your boyfriend's shirt!" 


That made my heart stumble in my chest.


"Stop being silly, Evan. I only wore this cause I had nothing else to wear after my roommate got all my clothes wet, remember? And I couldn't still stay in your borrowed outfit cause I had to wash them, cause of the green juice incident." I pointed out on an embarrassed huff, cause I already explained that to him while he kept assuring me it was no biggie.


"And besides, you know I'm straight. No boyfriend's shirt or the likes." I added.


He had a brow arched as he watched me. "You really think so?"


Chapter 38 - 38: In His Shirt