As Shu crossed the imposing threshold of Aiford Academy, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that everyone around him exuded an air of superiority. "How am I going to claim the top spot here?" he murmured, his determination warring with his self-doubt. Amidst the sea of students, he couldn't help but feel like an imposter, an unexpected underdog in this prestigious realm of intellect and affluence.
Shu's mind raced with thoughts, "How did I even make it here? I must be some protagonist of an overly fortunate tale." Unbeknownst to him, a mysterious girl trailed him, her presence shrouded in enigma. Catching sight of his designated class, 4-C, on the notice board, Shu's lips curved into a faint smile, "Not a bad number, I suppose. Let the journey begin."
A subtle smirk graced the mysterious girl's lips, an indication of something yet to unfold. As Shu turned a corner, he accidentally collided with a well-dressed, sharp-witted boy, and their brief exchange ended with Shu discovering the boy's name, Kisaki, triggering a faint memory.
Kisaki: "Hey, watch where you're going. Are you new here?"
Shu: "Uh, sorry. Yeah, just trying to find my way around."
Rui, who had caught up to Kisaki, chimed in, "Kisaki, what's taking you so long? We're going to be late for assembly."
Kisaki: "I bumped into someone. Sorry about that. Let's hurry, Rui."
Shu, catching snippets of their conversation, felt a tingle of recognition. "Kisaki, huh? I think I've heard that name somewhere before," he thought to himself.
Lost in his musings, Shu found himself at the entrance to his classroom, grappling with the impending challenge of navigating the sea of bustling students. "How do I make my grand entrance?" he pondered, the commotion amplifying his apprehension. Stealing his resolve, he stepped into the room, immediately capturing the attention of his classmates, who glanced at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Shu (thoughts): "How am I supposed to enter the class? The noise is overwhelming. I have to act like an elite student, I suppose. That's the right answer. Let's go in."
Inwardly, Shu couldn't help but revel in the fleeting attention, allowing himself a silent chuckle, "Looks like my act is working like a charm." In the midst of the ensuing whispers, a figure with ethereal white hair and fiery crimson eyes, Alice Hakuva, entered the classroom, commanding attention with her mere presence. Hushed gossip about her family's boundless wealth and her esteemed status buzzed through the room.
Alice: "Gentlemen, please make way. I need to get to my seat."
Whispers spread throughout the room as everyone noticed Shu's disheveled appearance.
Classmate 1: "Who's that guy standing in front of Miss Alice?"
Classmate 2: "He looks like a real oddball. Can't even manage his uniform properly."
Girls in the class exchanged glances, their voices hushed but filled with disdain.
Girl 1: "Did you see his hair? It's a mess. He looks like he rolled out of bed."
Girl 2: "And his uniform? It's all over the place. How did he even get in here?"
Shu, aware of the glances directed at him, gracefully stepped aside to make way for Alice, sensing the disdainful looks from the girls in the class. Unfazed, he quietly mused, "Looks like they've set their sights on the princess."
The announcement resounded through the halls, beckoning students to gather in the assembly hall. Amidst the bustle, Shu's mind meandered, his thoughts whispering, "Ha, where will I get the chance to exhibit my superiority now?"
The scene swiftly shifted to the assembly hall, where a girl stood before the entire school, delivering a resolute speech. Observing from the sidelines, two boys engaged in a conversation.
"Isn't that girl pretty?" remarked the first boy.
"Yes, she is," the other responded, "she's the student council president, Yuriya Hono. People call her the 'mysterious perfect' because no one has ever seen her cry, laugh, or even be sad.The people say that the only thing she expresses is her smile.And She always adorns everyone with that dazzling smile."
The first boy pondered, "If she's friendly and has so many friends, why call her the mysterious perfect? Just call her perfect."
The second boy mused, "I don't know who would dare to give President Yuriya that name."
Meanwhile, a smile played on Shu's lips as he watched the scene unfold. However, his expression turned grave as he fixed his gaze on Yuriya. "Her face and that smile... there's more to it than meets the eye," he thought to himself. Despite this, he nonchalantly muttered, "Whatever, I don't care."
The boy beside Shu remarked, "It seems you possess keen observational skills and a good judgment of people and their emotions."
Shu laughed softly, replying, "It's not like that. She emits two types of aura: the outer aura that everyone adores, and the second, mysterious aura." Hesitating, he added, "I'd better not get involved with the second side of her."
Surprised, the boy beside Shu glanced at him, but Shu swiftly dismissed the tension, jesting, "That's what people living in a fantasy would say, right?" He chuckled, while the boy beside him gave a gentle smile and murmured, "Hmm."
From the back row, the peculiar girl, who had been following Shu, offered a smile.
The classroom hummed with anticipation as the new teacher, Shizuku Kirisame, gracefully entered, filling the space with an air of possibility. Her gentle smile illuminated the room, and Shu, caught in the ambiance, couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the year ahead.
"Everyone, I am your new class teacher, Shizuku Kirisame. Nice to meet you all," she announced, her tone warm and inviting. Shu, along with his classmates, responded with a polite murmur of greetings.
"Now then, let's set aside our worries for the year and begin with everyone's introduction, starting with roll number one."
Roll number one, brimming with enthusiasm, took center stage. "Hello, everyone! I am Rei Coco, originally from Mexico. My hobby is crafting clothes and accessories. I aspire to follow in the footsteps of my fashion designer parents. If anyone desires fashionable attire, feel free to visit our shop!" Rei's vibrant energy filled the room, and Shu, leaning back in his chair, couldn't help but be intrigued by her passion.
Kirisame-sensei, with a keen eye, remarked, "You seem to be quite the spirited one, Rei. I'd love to pay your shop a visit sometime." Rei responded eagerly, "Certainly, Sensei! You're welcome anytime; our doors are always open for you." Shu observed the exchange with a thoughtful expression, recognizing the budding connection.
"Thank you, Rei," Kirisame-sensei replied, to which Rei responded with a beaming smile. Shu, noting the genuine camaraderie, couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in the atmosphere.
As the introductions unfolded, Shu's attention fixated on Rei Coco, the spirited girl from Mexico. Observing her radiant energy and passion for fashion, he thought to himself, "I think I'll set my no I mean this character's style cues from her." Nodding to himself with folded hands, he contemplated the potential inspiration he found in Rei's presence.
Roll number two, Yayoi Ishihara," Kirisame-sensei called out, prompting Yayoi to step forward with an awkward stumble, her large shirt covering her arm. "H-hello, everyone," she stuttered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I'm Yayoi Ishihara, and I have a profound love for art. But, um, I'm also known for my... erm... clumsiness," she admitted with a nervous laugh. Shu, somewhat slacking at his desk, observed with a lopsided smile, appreciating Yayoi's genuine honesty.
Shu, somewhat slacking at his desk, observed with a lopsided smile, appreciating Yayoi's genuine honesty. With each step, Yayoi unintentionally added a touch of chaotic charm to the room, a gentle reminder that beauty often thrives in imperfections. Shu, caught in the whimsy of the moment, couldn't help but smile at the endearing display.
His thoughts meandered, "I think shy girls are the best, but what is really best about her is..." Shu slightly turned his eyes to the sidelines, focusing on Yayoi. "...the bigger, the better," he mumbled with a perverted smile. Not only him but the entire class of boys seemed to share his sentiment, and an air of awkwardness settled over the room.
Roll number three, Sakura Tanaka," Sensei announced, drawing attention to a girl radiating a quiet aura. "Hello, everyone," Sakura greeted with a straight face. "I am passionate about literature and have an affinity for composing poetry. Her keen hearing allowed her to weave tapestries of words that resonated deeply with those who took the time to listen.
Shu, intrigued by Sakura's demeanor, reflected, "She seems quiet, but I don't think it's her true nature." His eyes lingered on Sakura as he contemplated the layers beneath her composed exterior.
"Roll number four, Aiko Nakamura," Sensei called out, drawing attention to a girl whose exuberant energy filled the room. "Hey everyone!" Aiko shouted with an overenthusiastic grin, her voice booming a bit too loudly for the intimate setting of the classroom. "I just love sports and stuff! I mean, like, I'm super good at kicking that ball thingy around. Gonna make our team win this year, you know? Go team!" Her excitement proclamation, while well-intentioned, seemed to miss the subtleties of the moment, leaving a trail of puzzled looks in her wake.
The teacher said, "You got this, Aiko, to make our team to the top." The contrast of Aiko's exuberance against the backdrop of the classroom dynamics added a layer of amusement to the unfolding scene.
As Aiko's exuberance filled the room, Shu looked at Aiko and thought, "From her personality, I think she is a bit too impulsive and somewhat an idiot." He paused and continued, "And from her introduction, I guess she got admitted to this school based on her athletic skill." Shu's perceptive nature began to piece together the puzzle of his classmates.
"Roll number five, Emi Suzuki," Sensei called, drawing attention to a girl exuding an air of friendliness and comfortability. "Hello, everyone," Emi greeted in a soft, melodious voice. "My hobby is dancing, and I want to become a great dancer like HyunA, a popular K-pop dancer." The teacher complimented by saying, "I really envy; my dream was also of becoming a dancer but now, like what I am doing." Everyone in the class stared, laughing with the teacher also laughing.
Shu's thoughts on Emi's introduction were conflicted. "She really looked talkative, which is a good thing for a girl who wants to become an idol, but..." His contemplation hinted at an underlying uncertainty about Emi's true nature.
"Roll number six, Hana Yamamoto," Sensei's voice resonated, pointing toward a girl whose confident demeanor captured everyone's attention. "Greetings, everyone!" Hana declared with an air of self-assuredness. "My passion lies in the joy of cooking. I possess an uncanny ability to infuse flavors and create delectable dishes that tantalize the taste buds and warm the soul." Her culinary finesse and innovative approach to gastronomy spoke volumes about her dedication to turning ordinary ingredients into extraordinary delights, leaving a lasting impression on all who indulged in her creations.
Shu, leaning forward with genuine interest, couldn't help but be impressed by Hana's confidence. His internal musings expressed, "She looks like the confident one if I am lucky will get to eat her cooking." The unfolding introduction of characters, each with their distinct personalities and ambitions, painted a vivid picture of the diverse dynamics that would shape the school year ahead.
The class fell silent as the teacher flashed a warm smile. "Let's start with the boys then," she announced with a gentle yet commanding tone. Shu, lost in his musings, couldn't help but reflect on the unfolding drama. "Now that I look at it, all these six girls from the start seem to have the main role in the storyline, right? The manga I'm inside is essentially about each character's struggle and their development to overcome it," he mused to himself. "I should have at least read the manga once."
Sensei began saying, "So, we will start with the roll number thirteen, Toshiro Miyamoto."
Toshiro stood up confidently and introduced himself, "I am Toshiro Miyamoto. You might have heard of my family name. Our lineage is renowned for the great samurai, Musashi Miyamoto."
Whispers rippled through the classroom as the students exchanged excited remarks about Musashi Miyamoto's legendary feats. "Isn't Musashi Miyamoto a world-famous samurai who is said to have fought 60 times and never lost?" the girls murmured with awe.
Shu's mind raced with historical knowledge. "Musashi Miyamoto was not only a famed swordsman but also a martial philosopher and ronin. He founded the Hyōhō Niten Ichi-ryū, a distinguished school of swordsmanship," he thought to himself.
Toshiro resumed, "I would like to get along with everyone here."
Amidst hushed murmurs, Sensei remarked, "Ah, you are from one of the well-known families in Japan. I presume you possess exceptional swordsmanship."
Toshiro replied humbly, "I'm not at that level yet. I lost in the national tournament last year," his expressions reveal a mix of frustration and sorrow.
Sensai reassured him gently, "It's all right, Toshiro-kun. You will eventually improve and triumph in the tournament."
With a comforting touch, the teacher moved on to roll number fourteen. As the next student, Akimitsu Yakuza, made a brief introduction, Sensai's voice boomed, "huh... that's it."
Akimitsu swiftly replied, "Yeah, I mean, with my family, you must have already conjured an image in your minds regarding my family background."
Sensai's tone turned stern, "We don't assume that you are affiliated with any criminal organization. Here, in this school, everyone is equally important."
A wave of unease spread through the class as whispers erupted, questioning Akimitsu's affiliation. "Is he really the son of a yakuza? Why did someone like him gain entry into this prestigious academy?" the students muttered among themselves.
Shu pondered silently, "So, this is equality, huh? It seems we humans are not what we appear to be. Speaking about equality in this era of the world is considered nonsense."
Emi suzuki, the gentle voice of reason, rose from her seat, addressing the class, "Everyone, what are you whispering about? Aren't we all the same? We took the entrance exam for this school on equal terms. He's no different from us, right?"
Hana interjected sharply, "Emi, stop that and sit down in your place."
Emi, taken aback, murmured softly but.., while Shu observed, "Ha, she is the innocent one, I see."
Sensai intervened firmly, "Everyone, shut up and akimitsu-kun whenever you need help come to us we will never distinguish you with your family background and let's continue with roll number fourteen."
The classroom buzzed with curiosity, each student contemplating the diverse tapestry of personalities and backgrounds woven together within its walls.
Roll No. 14 slowly rose from his seat, his movements lazy yet deliberate. "Hello," he drawled, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalance. "My name is Bell... Bell Jackson. I hail from the sun-kissed lands of California. Recently, due to my father's business dealings in Japan, we've found ourselves here. I hope to find harmony in this new setting."
The teacher's gaze lingered on Roll No. 14. "You're quite the interesting one," she remarked, her tone laced with curiosity. "Let's hope you'll blend in with the rest of the class."
Whispers began to flutter across the room, weaving their way through the rows of seated students. "Isn't he the one who took down the delinquent outside the school?" one boy murmured to another, his voice tinged with awe. "Yeah, and that delinquent happened to be Sasaki Tota, the right-hand man of the notorious Kabukichō gang leader," the second boy confirmed, his eyes widening with disbelief.
"Really? He's insanely strong, then," a third boy chimed in, his voice barely above a whisper. Shu, seated nearby, muttered under his breath, "I better make sure I don't get on his bad side."
The class fell into a brief moment of contemplative silence, each student silently musing over the similarities between Hiro and Yayoi. The gentle harmony that seemed to envelop the two of them hinted at the possibility of a meaningful connection that could blossom as the school year progressed.
The teacher, sensing the subdued atmosphere, smiled warmly and continued, "Let's carry on with the introductions. Roll number sixteen, please stand up and tell us about yourself."
The classroom buzzed with anticipation as each student awaited the next introduction, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding dynamics among their classmates. With each new introduction, the intricate web of relationships and personalities within the class began to weave itself into a vivid tapestry of camaraderie and shared experiences.
The classroom hushed as the teacher persistently called out the next roll number, met only by an eerie quiet. Undeterred, her voice held a blend of frustration and determination, echoing in the room until a bespectacled boy timidly rose. His shy demeanor and flushed face revealed his embarrassment as he stood in the spotlight.
"Roll number fifteen, please introduce yourself to the class," the teacher insisted, her tone unwavering yet understanding.
Hiro stuttered through his self-introduction, "Hi... I'm Hiro... Hiro Kanoda... I... I... thank you." Shu couldn't help but draw parallels between Hiro's timidity and Yayoi's own reserved nature. Observing the unfolding scene, Rei turned to Yayoi, remarking, "He's just like you; you two would make a good pair."
Yayoi, visibly embarrassed, retorted, "Stop that."
Emi, the ever-diplomatic peacemaker, interjected softly, "They both exude a gentle aura. Perhaps they'll find solace in each other's company." Aiko, nodding in agreement, added her silent approval.
Meanwhile,Hana's culinary musings swirled in her mind like a seasoned chef contemplating the blending of unique flavors. As she observed Hiro and Yayoi, she envisioned a delicate dish, the shy nuances of their personalities infusing a subtle yet captivating taste. In her mental kitchen, she crafted a narrative where their reserved essences harmonized, creating a delightful blend reminiscent of a carefully prepared gastronomic masterpiece.
As Roll No. 16, Ryochi Makoto, began his introduction, a sophisticated smile graced his face, akin to the gentle touch of the sun on a blooming sunflower. "Hello, everyone," he began with a polished yet friendly tone, his charm seemingly woven into every word. "I am Ryochi... Ryochi Makoto. Nice to meet you all. My hobbies include singing and gardening, and I do hope to foster positive relationships with each of you."
Shu think isn't he the one who was beside me in the assembly and look at him. Meanwhile others in the class.
As Ryoichi Makoto's introduction unfolded, the girls found themselves enchanted by his charismatic smile, each one succumbing to the allure of his presence. Their thoughts swirled with admiration, acknowledging the elegance he exuded and the charm that seemed to radiate effortlessly from his being. Whispers of anticipation and fascination danced among them, painting a picture of shared infatuation with the enigmatic newcomer.
Meanwhile, the boys in the class cast their glances toward Ryoichi with a mix of envy and simmering resentment. Their thoughts echoed with the sting of rivalry, fueled by the unwelcome arrival of a perceived threat to their established dynamic. Suspicion mingled with an undercurrent of competitiveness, each one vying for a place in the intricate social hierarchy that now seemed threatened by the arrival of this new contender.
Hana's gaze, while maintaining an air of composure, betrayed a subtle curiosity as she observed Ryoichi's introduction. A hint of intrigue flickered within her, hinting at a growing interest in the enigmatic newcomer. Her thoughts meandered, considering the potential dynamics that his presence might bring to the classroom, and perhaps, even to her own experience within the group.
Rei, too, couldn't help but feel a twinge of interest spark within her. As her eyes flitted over Ryoichi's charming demeanor, she found herself drawn to the elegance and confidence he exuded. A faint blush graced her cheeks, a testament to the subtle fascination that had taken root within her. In that moment, she couldn't help but wonder how this new addition would shape the intricate tapestry of relationships within the class, and perhaps, how he might influence her own journey throughout the school year.
Sakura's serene expression momentarily shifted, her gaze settling on Ryoichi with a glint of frustration. Her silent disapproval simmered just beneath the surface, a subtle indication of the disruption his arrival had brought to the classroom's delicate balance. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, betraying a sense of guarded wariness in response to the enigmatic newcomer's presence.
Among the six girls, a variety of thoughts and emotions swirled in response to Ryoichi's introduction. Emi regarded him with a sense of cautious interest, her curiosity tempered by a measured wariness, wary of the potential ripples his presence might create. Yayoi's initial fascination wavered, her thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainty and cautious reservation, wary of the unknown energy Ryoichi seemed to emanate. Meanwhile, Aiko's competitive spirit flared, her gaze sharpening with a subtle challenge in response to the unspoken threat Ryoichi's arrival seemed to pose.
Hana's usual composure faltered slightly, her intrigue piqued by the aura of mystery that surrounded Ryoichi. Her mind buzzed with curiosity, contemplating the potential dynamics that his introduction might bring to the class. Rei's initial infatuation wavered, giving way to a sense of wary fascination, as she observed Ryoichi with a mixture of intrigue and guarded curiosity. Emi Suzuki's soothing presence remained a steady beacon of calm amidst the swirling undercurrents of emotion, seeking to anchor the class's collective response to Ryoichi's presence.
As Shu observed the charismatic aura surrounding Ryoichi, a singular thought flashed through his mind, drawing a comparison between the newcomer and President Yuriya. "They are the same," he thought, the words echoing in his mind with a certain gravity. Despite their differing roles within the classroom, there was a subtle similarity in the way both individuals commanded attention, their presence evoking a sense of intrigue and fascination among their peers. Shu's perceptive gaze lingered, momentarily noting the faint echo of a shared enigmatic allure that seemed to shroud both figures in an aura of mystique and intrigue.
As Shu contemplated the enigmatic allure of Ryoichi, his gaze shifted towards Sakura, catching a flicker of concern in her eyes. "I think she can also tell something is off about this guy, Ryoichi," he whispered softly to himself, a subtle acknowledgment of the shared intuition between them. A silent understanding passed between Shu and Sakura, hinting at a mutual perception of an underlying complexity within Ryoichi's charismatic facade. In that moment, a subtle bond seemed to form, forged by the unspoken recognition of a shared sense of wariness towards the enigmatic newcomer in their midst.
Sensei Kirisame's perceptive gaze, while seemingly unfazed, caught the elusive aura that surrounded Ryoichi, hinting at a depth of character that remained just beyond her reach. With a practiced ease, she continued without skipping a beat, choosing to maintain a facade of unawareness while acknowledging the enigmatic energy that seemed to accompany the new student.
"Well then, Ryoichi Makoto," she began, her voice carrying a tone of warmth and encouragement. "Your introduction was quite charming, indeed. I have no doubt that your presence will add a special spark to our class dynamic." Her words were punctuated with a genuine smile, her laughter a soft undercurrent of camaraderie that set the stage for the next introduction.
"Let's continue with the introductions, shall we?" she continued, her gaze sweeping across the room with a reassuring glance. "Roll number seventeen, please stand up and tell us a little about yourself."
As Sensei Kirisame called out for Roll Number 17, Shu's mind stirred with a newfound determination. "So this is my chance to introduce myself," he thought, mustering his resolve. With a subtle shift in his posture, he prepared to make his mark on the unfolding narrative. "Let's give it my all," he muttered under his breath, bracing himself for the moment that lay ahead.
However, just as Shu was about to step into the spotlight, the classroom door swung open, heralding the arrival of Alice Hakuva. The room's collective attention swiftly shifted towards her, the air tinged with an undeniable captivation in the wake of her entrance. Alice's presence seemed to command the room, each gaze fixated on her in silent awe.
"I see the girls' introductions are over," Alice remarked, her voice carrying a note of subtle observation. "I should also take this opportunity to introduce myself." With a composed grace, she acknowledged the lingering curiosity that enveloped the room, her words threading a sense of anticipation into the fabric of the unfolding narrative.
"I apologize for my tardiness, Sensei," Alice continued, her voice laced with an air of authority. "I was called by the principal for some urgent matters." Her words hung in the air, drawing a veil of intrigue around her sudden appearance. Without missing a beat, she continued, "I think it's only fair that I introduce myself as well." Her pause, filled with tangible tension, held the classroom in suspense.
I am alice hakuva it is my pleasure to meet you all but she suddenly takes a pause with that pause for a single second.The classroom was filled with nothing but only the voice of air coming from windows and she said some thing that make everyone in the class including all main and lead character staring at her
As Alice Hakuva's commanding presence filled the room, Shu's initial composure wavered, his face contorting into a comical mask of distress. "Why does this always happen to me?" he exclaimed in a low voice, a hint of resignation tinging his tone. His eyes, wide with an almost comedic despair, captured the shared sentiment of the unexpected shift in the room's dynamics, offering a moment of light-hearted levity amidst the unfolding drama.