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(10/10)
Leon POV:
So here's a quick PSA for any dumbass out there with teleportation powers:
DON'T. PANIC. TELEPORT.
Unless you want your name to end up on every locker door, scrawled in lipstick and shame.
I dragged myself into class—pants secured, dignity not so much—and slid into my seat like a man freshly released from a war crime tribunal.
Then it began.
First, Roxy wouldn't make eye contact.
Gwen looked like she'd just lost custody of her last brain cell.
MJ just smirked at me like a Bond girl with a secret vendetta.
And Felicia?
Felicia waved at me from the back of the room with a wink and BLEW ME A KISS using a lollipop.
"I am not surviving second period."
I slunk deeper into my seat like a rejected vampire trying to become one with the floor tiles.
Then I heard it.
From across the classroom.
Whispered.
Giggled.
"He teleported into the girls' locker room butt-naked."
"Did you see the sketch Roxy posted?"
"Apparently, he screamed like a Pokémon."
"One of them said he smelled like blue Gatorade and regret."
I WAS BEING MEMED IN REAL TIME.
Even the math teacher was looking at me weird.
"Leon… are you okay? You're sweating more than my divorce hearing."
"I'm fine. I'm good. Just. Y'know. Real into algebra today."
Bell rings.
Lunchtime.
My dumbass thought I could blend in if I sat by myself and ate a sad sandwich like a background character in a YA drama.
Wrong.
The moment I took my first bite—
SLAM!
MJ sat across from me, eyes locked like a sniper. "So… you've seen it all now, huh?"
Before I could respond—
Gwen drops in next. "That wasn't cool, Leon! You're supposed to knock before phasing through realities!"
Then Liz appears, arms crossed. "My towel was falling, Leon."
Then Felicia, who just—sits in my lap.
"Technically, he's seen me naked before the locker room. I'm just saying."
I nearly choked on my sandwich.
Why? Because now half the cafeteria had their phones out.
Airdropped sketches of "Locker Leon the Lurker" were already circulating. There was one with a cape. Another with abs. One looked suspiciously like fan art.
"I didn't even see anything!" I shrieked.
Felicia: "Oh, I saw you see it."
MJ: "Wait… you looked?"
Liz: "You told me you blacked out from shame!"
Roxy (from across the room): "He saw my sticker collection!!!"
Cue tomato to the face.
Yup. Someone actually threw a tomato.
"I hate this school. I hate my powers. I hate alternate timelines where I probably made it into a decent college."
Suddenly—
LOUDSPEAKER BEEPS.
"Leon Walter. Report to the principal's office. Now."
Dead silence.
All eyes on me.
Felicia casually adjusts her hair while still on my lap.
"Want me to walk you there, Bunnyboy?"
(Spoiler: He did not.)
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I walked toward Principal Merton's office like a man headed to the gallows—except my crime was involuntary nudity and occasional glitching. My knees were shaking so bad I nearly teleported into the janitor's closet.
Again.
I passed the hall monitors like a wanted man.
One whispered, "That's him."
The other replied, "Dude's packing like a damn serpent on steroids."
> "Packing?? I PACKED NOTHING BUT TRAUMA, BRO."
By the time I opened the door to the office, my paper-thin sense of pride had already flatlined.
"Leon Walter," Principal Merton said slowly, peering at me like a weary war general. The woman before me had the posture of a raccoon who'd seen too much and the facial expression of someone who hadn't pooped in three days.
I shut the door behind me.
"Hey, Mr. Merton," I greeted, trying to look like I wasn't dying inside. Shit, I called her Mr.
She didn't answer.
Instead, she pulled out a remote.
Pressed a button.
A smartboard turned on.
What played next was…
Security footage.
Me.
Naked.
Phasing through the gym wall like a rejected Power Ranger.
Teleporting into a locker, screaming like a dying goose.
Teleporting back out, mid-shriek, and crashing into a vending machine.
The camera caught three different angles. Fortunately, it didn't get my face, unfortunately, all three angles got perfect shot of my d*ck. I shit you not, it looks so majestic in the second one.
"I can explain," I whispered, tears building like a faucet.
Principal Merton leaned forward. "Leon. What in the multiverse of public indecency were you trying to do?"
"I was— It was— Look, I didn't mean to! My buzz buzz no— I mean, something mysterious happened there alright!" I flailed dramatically.
She blinked. "You named your accident?"
"It's a work in progress!"
There was a long, painful silence.
Then he handed me a clipboard.
It read:
"Student Misconduct Report: Offense: Accidental Nudity
Offense Level: Legendary++
Number of Witnesses: Entire Girls' PE Class and the half the school social network system.
Known Aliases: Blue pixels, Locker Lurker, Crouching Leon, Hidden Package, Anaconda."
"…They're calling me Crouching Leon?" I whispered.
"Honestly," Merton muttered, "it was either that or The Glizzy Ghost."
I wanted to die. Like right there. Melt into the chair. Phase into a pencil drawer. Anything.
"And what do you want me to do now?" I asked, arms raised in tragic surrender.
He sighed, leaned back, and rubbed his temples.
"Leon. You're not just a hormonal teenage phase in life. You're a… situation. And situations need… guidance."
"…Are you going to expel me?"
"Worse," she replied darkly. "I'm assigning you a student handler."
"A what now?" This lady keeps hanging on to me like that one T-shirt. Kick me out already!
Before I could protest, the door opened.
And in walked—
Rogue.
Leather jacket. Sunglasses. Southern accent. Judgment in her soul.
"Oh hell no." I don't need anymore girls in my life. See what the author is doing to me with just five girls. No need for the sixth.
"Leon," Merton smirked. "Meet your new power-control handler. Effective immediately."
"God hates me. I must've wronged the timeline."
Rogue crossed her arms. "I heard about your little locker room stunt, sugar. And I am here to personally make sure your 'flicker' don't get you sued."
"CAN WE PLEASE STOP CALLING IT FLICKER."
----- A/n--------
We're kicking it off with Leon future interaction with the X-Men. And no, it's not going to be a large harem... Or so I think, I dunno. But I've settled for harem.
I'm considering 4 girls. But if shit hits fan then we're scooping possibly more as we progress.
And that ends the 10 chapter challenge... Damn I feel bad for not uploading it last week again. See y'all tomorrow or possibly next for the daily 2 chapter.