Go to gym class.

The two of you split apart as you arrive at two dressing room doors. As fun as it might be to join her in there, the other students aren't likely to be too happy about that. You step inside the boy's locker room and the heavy door swings itself closed behind you.

There are already a dozen or so boys in here getting dressed.

You approach one of the benches, covered in articles of clothing, in the middle of the room and pat yourself down. There's nothing to store away--no backpack, no weapon, no magic items. You have nothing but your uniform. You then look around, and start to wonder what you're even meant to do. You didn't go fetch a gym uniform, because it isn't like you had to do it with this one! You start feeling awkward, standing around while everyone else is changing.

Suddenly, you snap back to reality (if you can call it that) to the voice of a young man beside you attempting to grab your attention.

"Kyle? You in there?" he asks.

You turn. "Huh? Sorry. I was spacing out."

It's Rodney Jr of house Dantan, the boy who accidentally set off the white slime, and was playing with rocks in the dining hall. He stands next to you in red shorts. a white t-shirt, and red running shoes with a pair of white socks beneath. "Well, you better hurry up. Class will start soon."

"I honestly think I forgot my uniform. I'm not sure what to do."

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head and points at the bench. "It's right there."

You look down to a folded-up uniform amongst the other scraps around the bench, and then reach down to lift it up. There's even a pair shoes beside it. "This is... mine?" you mutter.

"Of course it is. Are you all right?" he asks.

"Y-Yeah. Just fine." You sigh and kick off your shoes. "Hey, Rodney?"

"Can you call me RJ?"

You slide your feet unto the runners and they fit perfectly. "Oh yeah. Sure. Have you noticed anything weird about the school lately, RJ?"

He ponders for a moment. "No. I don't think so. Though I heard that Vraelion accidentally flashed a classroom today. Oh man. I wish I was there. To see such a stuck-up girl feel some reality."

"It was just her skirt," you explain and slip down your pants. "I was there."

RJ grabs your arm. "You were? Oh man. I'm so jealous."

"Don't grab me while I'm not wearing any pants."

"Sorry." He steps back. "She's just... such a bully."

"Well, I was looking, and nothing was there. It just happened like magic."

"Magic, huh? I wish. If I could be a mage or something, then maybe I'd have some more confidence."

"You might not want to rely on magic for that."

You finish dressing yourself in the school's gym uniform. It's nice and breezy, and of course, it makes you look even more like you're inside of a slice of life highschool anime or something. The idea that Davella could have concocted a world like this leaves you incredibly confused. She also didn't seem to know most of what was going on. It's possible that it was someone else that set things up for her.

For now, you pass through the locker room along side RJ and open the door.