Twilight's New School of Regression

Neo jolted awake to the sound of a loudspeaker crackling to life above his head. The voice that followed was one he was already starting to dread. Twilight Sparkle’s magically amplified voice boomed through the room, startling him out of a fitful sleep.

“Good morning, students! It’s 7:00 a.m. sharp, and you know what that means—it’s time to rise and shine for another exciting day of learning at Twilight’s School for Future Intellectual Elites!” Twilight’s voice was unbearably chipper, as if she were announcing the start of a fair rather than another day in her twisted re-education camp.

Neo groaned and tried to bury his head under his pillow, but it was no use. All around him, the other ponies were already springing to life like clockwork. As if on cue, every filly and colt shot up in their beds, their eyes wide and alert despite the early hour. It was eerie, the way they all moved in unison, like a well-oiled machine. Neo rubbed his eyes and tried to shake off the last remnants of sleep, his mind still foggy from the previous night’s revelations.

He glanced around the room, watching as the other ponies quickly bent down to retrieve something from under their beds. Neo frowned, figuring he should follow suit if he wanted to avoid any more trouble; noticing his earlier restraints gone, he got up and lifted the thin mattress of his own bed. There, folded neatly beneath it, was what he could only assume was his uniform. He pulled it out and unfolded it, his eyes widening in disbelief.

It was a school filly uniform.

Neo blinked, then blinked again, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he was still dreaming and that any moment now he would wake up in his own bed, in his own house, far away from this madness. But the uniform remained stubbornly real in his hooves, its green-and-white checkered skirt and matching blouse taunting him with their frilly trim and dainty bows.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Neo muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “A filly uniform? Seriously? I’m a colt, not a—”

But he quickly clamped his mouth shut as he noticed the ponies around him moving with almost robotic precision, each one slipping into their own uniforms without a word of protest. Neo sighed, realizing he had bigger problems to worry about than being stuck in a filly’s uniform. He had no idea what this place was or what these ponies had planned for him, but he knew that standing out was probably not the best idea. He’d just have to swallow his pride and go along with it for now.

With a resigned sigh, Neo slipped into the uniform, wincing as the skirt brushed against his legs. It was tight and uncomfortable, the material scratchy and unfamiliar against his fur. He tugged at the collar of the blouse, trying to loosen it, but it only seemed to get tighter the more he pulled.

“Great. Just great,” Neo grumbled, glancing around to see if anyone was watching him struggle. But the other ponies were too busy straightening their own uniforms and lining up by the color-coded emblems on their chests to pay him any attention.

Neo looked down at his own uniform and saw that it had a small green patch sewn onto the breast pocket. He scanned the room, trying to spot any other ponies with the same emblem. His eyes landed on a group of colts and fillies gathered near the far wall, all wearing uniforms with green patches just like his. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over to them, hoping he could at least blend in with the crowd for now.

As he approached, one of the colts in the group—a lanky, blue-haired unicorn with a perpetually nervous expression—gave him a wary look. “You’re new, aren’t you?” the unicorn asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Neo nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and drawing any unwanted attention to himself. The unicorn seemed to understand and gave him a sympathetic nod.

“Stick close to us,” the unicorn said, his voice low. “Just follow our lead, and you’ll be fine. The teachers here don’t like it when we deviate from the schedule.”

Neo nodded again, grateful for the advice. He fell into step behind the unicorn as the group began to file out of the room, their movements perfectly synchronized. Neo tried his best to keep up, his heart pounding in his chest as he followed them through a maze of narrow hallways and twisting corridors. The walls were bare and cold, their stone surfaces reflecting the harsh, fluorescent lights overhead.

The air was thick with the smell of bleach and antiseptic, a sharp contrast to the cheerful, pastel colors that adorned the walls. It was as if someone had tried to make the place look welcoming but had missed the mark entirely, leaving it feeling more like a sterile hospital than a school.

As they marched, Neo’s mind raced with questions. Who were these ponies? Why had Twilight and her friends brought them here? And most importantly, how was he going to get out of this place?

He was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t notice when the group came to a sudden stop. He blinked and looked around, realizing they were standing in front of a large wooden door with a brass plaque that read, “Classroom 3B.”

The unicorn from before turned to face the group, his expression serious. “Alright, this is it. We’re in Lecture Hall 3B today. Remember, no talking, no fidgeting, and definitely no falling asleep. Got it?”

The other ponies nodded in unison, their faces blank and expressionless. Neo gulped and nodded along with them, his stomach twisting with anxiety. He had no idea what to expect, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.

The door creaked open, and the group filed into the room, their hooves clattering against the polished wooden floor. Neo glanced around, taking in the rows of desks and chairs that filled the space. At the front of the room was a large chalkboard, its surface covered in complex equations and diagrams that made Neo’s head spin just looking at them.

“Take your seats, everyone,” a voice called out from the front of the room. Neo looked up and saw a tall, stern-looking unicorn mare standing behind a podium, her mane pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses that made her look even more intimidating, and her eyes seemed to bore into each student as they took their seats.

Neo quickly found an empty desk near the back of the room and slid into it, trying to make himself as small as possible. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with the teacher as she began to speak.

“Today’s lecture will be on the principles of pressure and its applications in physics,” the teacher announced, her voice sharp and precise. “We’ll be covering the basics first, but I expect all of you to pay close attention. There will be a pop quiz at the end of the lecture, and I expect nothing less than perfection from each of you.”

Neo’s heart sank. A pop quiz? He didn’t know the first thing about physics! He had barely managed to pass science class when he was a colt the first time, and now he was supposed to ace a quiz on a subject he hadn’t even studied?

The teacher turned to the chalkboard and began writing out a series of equations, her horn glowing as she levitated a piece of chalk with precision. Neo tried to focus on what she was saying, but the words seemed to blur together in his mind, becoming an incomprehensible jumble of numbers and symbols.

He glanced around the room, hoping to see if any of the other ponies were as lost as he was, but to his dismay, they all seemed to be following along without any trouble. Their eyes were glued to the board, their hooves scribbling notes furiously as if they actually understood what was being taught.

Neo swallowed hard, his panic rising with each passing second. He was completely out of his depth. He didn’t belong here, and he certainly didn’t belong in this crazy school filled with brainwashed ponies and impossible expectations.

“And now, for the quiz,” the teacher announced, turning back to face the class with a satisfied smile. “Please clear your desks. Your quiz will appear on your screens momentarily.”

Neo’s eyes widened as he watched a touchscreen emerge from the surface of his desk, its glossy surface flickering to life with a series of multiple-choice questions. He stared at the screen in horror, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the questions in front of him.

“What is the formula for calculating pressure?” one question read, followed by a list of options that all looked like complete gibberish to Neo. He had no idea which one was correct, and the more he stared at the screen, the more the words seemed to swim in front of his eyes.

He could feel the panic rising in his chest, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as he tried to calm himself down. But it was no use. His mind was a blank slate, and he had no idea how he was going to get through this quiz without completely embarrassing himself.

His hooves shook as he reached for the screen, his heart pounding in his ears. He had to at least try to answer the questions, even if he had no idea what he was doing. Maybe if he just picked the answers at random, he’d get lucky and pass.

Neo’s hoof hovered over the screen, trembling slightly. He tapped the last answer with a mixture of dread and resignation. The screen blinked once, twice, and then the word “SUBMIT” flashed in big, bold letters. Neo gulped and tapped it, watching as the quiz disappeared from the screen, replaced by a spinning hourglass icon that seemed to taunt him with every rotation.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, sinking back in his seat. At least it was over. The nerve-wracking quiz, the impossible questions, the stress that made his new, younger heart feel like it might leap out of his chest—it was all over. For now, at least.

Around him, the other students were lowering their touchscreens back into the desks, their faces expressionless, as if taking a pop quiz on pressure-related physics was the most natural thing in the world. Neo couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at how calm they all seemed. He wished he could borrow even a fraction of their composure.

“Alright, class,” the teacher called out, her voice slicing through the thick silence like a knife. “You are dismissed for now. Remember, tomorrow we will cover the dynamics of fluid pressure in closed systems. I expect each of you to review the material we covered today. You are all dismissed. Except for you, Neo.”

Neo froze. His heart, which had just begun to settle, spiked once more as every pair of eyes in the room turned to look at him—or rather, to avoid looking at him. It was like he’d suddenly become invisible, as the students quickly shuffled out of the room, their heads bowed, doing their best not to make eye contact with him. The room emptied in seconds, the click-clack of hooves against the wooden floor fading into an eerie silence.

Neo’s stomach churned as he realized he was alone with the teacher. He glanced up to see her staring at him, her expression unreadable behind those thick, black-rimmed glasses. She tapped her hoof against the floor, a small, steady rhythm that only served to make Neo more nervous.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and almost too calm. Neo obeyed, sliding out of his seat and approaching the front of the room with tentative steps, his hooves barely making a sound against the polished wood. As he got closer, the teacher moved around him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked him up and down.

Neo gulped, feeling like he was being examined under a microscope. His new colt body felt even smaller under her scrutinizing gaze, and he fought the urge to shrink into himself, to disappear completely. He stood as still as he could, every muscle in his body tense as the teacher circled him.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You failed the quiz, Neo,” she said, her voice barely more than a breath, but every word hit him like a sledgehammer. “By a wide margin.”

Neo’s heart sank. He had known he didn’t do well, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat. What could he even say? He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. He wasn’t supposed to be a colt again, taking quizzes he had no idea how to answer.

The teacher straightened up, her face impassive. “I’m going to have to call the headmaster,” she said, her tone as cold as ice.

Neo’s eyes widened in panic. “Wait, no, please! I-I can do better! Just give me another chance!” he stammered, his voice shaky from the fear of “elimination” he had heard about the night before. But the teacher was already moving toward the intercom on the wall, ignoring his pleas.

She pressed a button, her horn glowing slightly as she spoke into the speaker. “Headmaster Twilight Sparkle, please report to Lecture Hall 3B. We have a situation that requires your immediate attention.”

Neo’s legs felt like jelly, barely able to hold him up as he watched the teacher step away from the intercom and return to her desk. He stood there in the middle of the room, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts at once. What was going to happen to him? Would he be punished? Expelled? Killed? Worse?

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, stretching on for what felt like hours. Neo’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last as he waited for Twilight to arrive. He shifted his weight from one hoof to the other, trying to keep himself from collapsing under the pressure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open. Neo’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto the figure standing in the doorway. Twilight Sparkle stepped into the room, her expression unreadable behind a pair of thin, square glasses perched on the end of her nose. A few thick books floated around her, encased in the soft, purple glow of her magic.

“Hello, Mrs. Moonstone,” Twilight said, nodding to the teacher before turning her attention to Neo. “And hello to you too, Neo. I hear there was an issue with the quiz?”

Neo swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as a desert. He nodded, unable to find his voice.

Twilight’s eyes softened, just a little. She adjusted her glasses, the books floating down to rest on the podium. “I see. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Neo took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I—I didn’t know any of the answers,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I tried my best, but…I’ve never studied physics before. Not like this.”

Twilight hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin with a hoof. “Hmm, that is quite a predicament. You know, Neo, this school has very high standards. We expect our students to excel in all subjects, especially those that are fundamental to a well-rounded education.”

Neo nodded again, his head bobbing up and down like a bobblehead doll. “I understand, but I didn’t have any time to prepare. I was only brought here yesterday, and—”

Twilight held up a hoof, silencing him. “I’m aware of your situation, Neo. And I understand that this is all very new and confusing for you. But that doesn’t change the fact that you failed your first test. And we can’t have our students failing, now can we?”

Neo shook his head, his heart sinking further into his chest. He was sure he was done for. Twilight would probably expel him right then and there, or worse, send him to whatever place those other ponies went when they got “eliminated.”

But to his surprise, Twilight’s expression softened even more, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “However, I’m not without mercy. This is, after all, a school of learning. Mistakes are part of the learning process, wouldn’t you agree, Mrs. Moonstone?”

Ms. Moonstone nodded, her face still as stern as ever. “Yes, Headmaster Twilight.”

Twilight turned back to Neo, her smile growing just a little wider. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. You’ll be given another chance to prove yourself, Neo. A second quiz, after you’ve had some time to study the material. But I want you to know, this is your one and only chance. If you fail again, the consequences will be much more severe. Do you understand?”

Neo nodded vigorously, relief flooding through him. “Yes, thank you, Twilight! I promise, I won’t let you down!”

“That’s Headmaster Twilight.”

“I promise, Headmaster Twilight.”

Twilight’s smile remained, but there was something in her eyes that made Neo’s skin crawl. “I’m sure you won’t,” she said, her voice almost too sweet. “Now, Mrs. Moonstone, if you would be so kind as to escort Neo to the library. I think some extra study time is in order, don’t you?”

Mrs. Moonstone nodded again, her horn glowing as she levitated a stack of books from her desk. “Of course, Headmaster. Right this way, Neo.”

Neo followed Mrs. Moonstone out of the room, his heart still racing but a small spark of hope kindling in his chest. He had another chance. He just had to make sure he didn’t blow it.

As they walked through the empty halls, Neo glanced over at Mrs. Moonstone. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For giving me another chance.”

Ms. Moonstone didn’t respond, her expression as unreadable as ever. But Neo thought he saw a flicker of something—compassion, maybe—in her eyes. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it.

They reached the library, a vast room filled with towering shelves and stacks of books that seemed to go on forever. Mrs. Moonstone led Neo to a small table in the corner, depositing the stack of books in front of him with a thud.

“Start with these,” she said curtly. “I’ll be back in an hour to check on your progress. And Neo, remember what Headmaster Twilight said. This is your only chance.”

Neo nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he sat down and opened the first book. The pages were filled with equations and diagrams, words he barely understood, but he was determined to learn. He had to. He wasn’t going to let this place break him. Not yet, anyway.

Neo buried his head in the book before him, squinting at the jumble of words and symbols. His head was spinning, his brain feeling like it had been dunked in cold soup. He flipped to the next page, hoping for a miracle, but the new page looked even more complicated.

The equations seemed to taunt him with their complexity, the diagrams looked like they were sketched by a mad pony on a sugar rush, and the words seemed to twist and dance just out of his understanding. Neo sighed heavily and rubbed his temples, trying to focus. He’d read the same sentence at least five times and still had no idea what it meant. He glanced at the clock on the wall.

“How can time move so slowly?” he muttered to himself. “It’s like these books are sucking the life out of me.”

As the hour ticked by, the library remained deathly silent, save for the occasional rustling of pages and Neo’s own groans of frustration. The silence, normally something that he would’ve found comforting, only added to his stress now. Every tick of the clock echoed in the vast emptiness, reminding him that time was running out.

Just as he was starting to feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, the door creaked open, and in walked Twilight, her expression somewhere between cheerful and disappointed. She looked around the empty library, her eyes finally settling on Neo, slumped over the table in front of him.

“Well, Neo,” Twilight began, adjusting her glasses with a slight tilt of her head. “How’s the studying going?”

Neo looked up, his eyes wide and slightly bloodshot. “Uh, not great,” he admitted, trying to muster up a sheepish grin. “I think my brain is about to explode.”

Twilight chuckled, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “I understand, but that’s the thing about learning—it’s supposed to challenge you.” She stepped closer, peering down at the book Neo had open. “Let’s see if any of this has stuck. I’ll ask you a few questions.”

Neo gulped, his heart skipping a beat. “Uh, sure,” he said, though he wasn’t sure at all. He hadn’t retained much of anything from his frantic studying session.

Twilight floated one of the books off the table, flipping it open to a random page. “Alright, first question,” she said, her tone suddenly becoming formal, like a teacher addressing her class. “What is Bernoulli’s principle, and how does it apply to fluid dynamics?”

Neo blinked, his mind drawing a complete blank. “Uh, Bernoulli’s principle… Um, it’s… about fluids? And, uh, pressure? Or was it something about… air?” He trailed off, his voice becoming smaller with each incorrect guess.

Twilight sighed, shaking her head slightly. “No, Neo, that’s not quite right. Bernoulli’s principle states that an increase in the speed of a fluid occurs simultaneously with a decrease in pressure or a decrease in the fluid’s potential energy. It’s one of the fundamental principles of fluid dynamics. Let’s try another one.”

Neo nodded, though he already knew he was going to fail. It was like being stuck in a nightmare where no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get anything right.

Twilight turned to another page. “Alright, what is the equation for calculating the buoyant force acting on an object submerged in a fluid?”

Neo’s mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. He had no idea. Not a single clue. “Uh… F = ma?” he guessed, wincing immediately.

Twilight let out a soft groan, massaging her temples with her hoof. “That’s Newton’s second law of motion, Neo. Buoyant force is calculated using Archimedes’ principle: the upward buoyant force that is exerted on a body immersed in a fluid, whether fully or partially submerged, is equal to the weight of the fluid that the body displaces. Alright, last question. What is Pascal’s law?”

Neo didn’t even bother trying to think. He just shook his head, looking down at the floor. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Twilight closed the book with a sharp snap, making Neo jump. She looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “Neo, this is very bad. Very, very bad. You’re not grasping even the most basic concepts. We can’t have this kind of academic performance here.”

Neo’s heart sank further into his chest, and he looked up at Twilight, desperation clear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Twilight. I really tried, I swear! I just… I don’t understand any of this stuff. It’s all so confusing, and I don’t have any background in physics or… whatever all this is!”

Twilight sighed again, her expression softening just a tad. “I understand, Neo. I really do. This is a lot to take in, especially for somepony who’s just been brought into this environment. But I have to uphold the standards of this institution. However…”

Neo perked up slightly, his ears twitching. “However?” he repeated, hope creeping back into his voice.

Twilight’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “However, I’m willing to overlook your academic failings for now. But only if you do me a little favor.”

Neo’s eyes widened. “A favor? What kind of favor?” he asked, immediately suspicious. Nothing about this place or its teachers seemed normal.

Twilight’s smile grew a bit wider, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh, nothing too difficult,” she said in a light, almost playful tone. “You see, I spend many hours every day bent over my desk, reading, studying, and writing. It’s a lot of hard work, and it tends to make my back quite sore.”

Neo tilted his head, unsure of where this was going. “Uh, okay…?” he said hesitantly.

Twilight continued, ignoring his confusion. “Now, with your new, smaller hooves, you could really help me out. My hooves are too big to reach some of the tighter knots in my back. But yours are just the right size. So, I’d like you to give me a back massage. It would really help me relax after all the stress of running this school.”

Neo blinked a few times, trying to process what she was asking. “Wait, you want me to… give you a back massage?” he asked, his voice full of disbelief.

Twilight nodded, her expression completely serious. “That’s right. If you do this for me, I’ll overlook your poor quiz performance and give you more time to study. It’s a win-win situation, really.”

Neo stared at her, his mind racing. On one hoof, this was incredibly weird and uncomfortable. But on the other hoof, he didn’t really have a choice, did he? If he refused, who knew what kind of punishment he might face? He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Okay… I’ll do it,” he said slowly, hoping he wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Twilight’s smile widened, and she clapped her hooves together in delight. “Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason, Neo. Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

She turned around, laying down on a nearby mat that she’d summoned with a flick of her horn. She stretched out, letting out a contented sigh as she got comfortable. “Alright, Neo, just start with the shoulders and work your way down. And remember, use those small hooves to really get in there.”

Neo nodded, his face heating up with embarrassment. He moved closer, lifting his front hooves and placing them on Twilight’s shoulders. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but Twilight let out an impatient huff.

“Come on, Neo, I don’t have all day,” she said, her tone slightly annoyed.

Neo took a deep breath and began to press down, kneading her shoulders as best he could. Twilight let out a pleased hum, her eyes closing as she relaxed under his touch. “Ah, yes, that’s the spot,” she murmured. “You’ve got a good touch, Neo. I think this arrangement is going to work out just fine.”

Neo forced a smile, though he was still feeling incredibly awkward about the whole situation. “Yeah… glad I could help,” he said, his voice strained as he tried to focus on the task at hoof.

As he continued the massage, he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d ended up in this bizarre situation. A day ago, he’d been a full-grown stallion with a normal life. Now he was a young colt again, stuck in some strange school with even stranger teachers, giving back massages to a princess.

“Well,” he thought to himself, “at least things can’t get any weirder.”

He quickly regretted the thought, knowing all too well how often life liked to prove him wrong.

"You have talented hooves," Twilight murmured, her eyes closing under the pleasurable assault.

"Thank you," Neo replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I think your mane is in need of some attention too."

Before Twilight could protest, Neo's hooves were threading through her purple locks, massaging her scalp with a tenderness that made her shiver. The sensation was intoxicating, blurring the lines between comfort and desire.

As Neo worked, Twilight felt a growing tension within her, a yearning she had never experienced before. She turned to face him, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. "Neo..." she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

Without waiting for a response, Twilight leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Neo responded immediately after Twilight Sparkle maneuvered herself to lay on top of the much smaller colt, his short hooves moved up to rest on the sides of her flanks, pulling her closer with his limited strength. The world around them faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their closeness.

Breaking the kiss, Twilight looked into Neo's eyes, her own filled with a fierce determination. "I want more…way more than a massage," she whispered, her voice commanding yet vulnerable.

Twilight positioned herself above him, her legs straddling his waist, her tail swishing nervously.

“Wait…no, please don’t do this, I just want to go home!”

“Oh, Neo, I don’t think you are in much of a position to protest…” Twilight said as she moved a hoof and slid it under Neo’s checkered schoolfilly uniform.

“Just play along and everything will be just fine. For starters, I want you to follow my lead,” she said suggestively.

"Are you sure?" Neo asked, his voice a little hoarse (pun intended).

Twilight didn't respond with words. Instead, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill just the first fraction of her waiting cunt with his small member. The sensation was honestly a bit underwhelming, but the taboo nature more than made up for it. Slowly, she began to move, finding a rhythm that matched the beating of her heart.

Neo's hooves instinctively gripped her flanks, guiding her movements, his breath hot and ragged. “Mmmmh," he murmured, his moan an entreating plea for her to stop whereas his vocal chords protested to say such a line for fear of spoiling this incredibly hot moment.

Twilight quickened her pace, her body responding to the primal urge, her mane flying wildly as she rode him. The world narrowed to this moment, this act.

Sweat glistened on their bodies, the sounds of their heavy breathing mingling with the occasional moan. Twilight felt her climax approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume her. With one final, powerful thrust, she surrendered to it, her body arching as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Neo followed soon after, his own release marking the end of their intense journey as his young body produced admittedly little in the way of ejaculate. Exhausted yet fulfilled, Twilight collapsed onto Neo, their hearts racing in unison.

"That... was incredible," Neo whispered, his voice weak with disbelief.

Twilight chuckled, nuzzling his neck. "It was just the beginning," she replied, her tone playful yet serious.

Amidst all the fear, all the worry and writhing in the heat of the undoubtedly odd and uncertain moment that Neo just experienced…some part of him actually liked it.

“You know what? Maybe this whole school thing won’t be so bad after all…”