["xnxx station has arrived, please disembark in an orderly manner, do not crowd."]
The gentle electronic broadcast floated through the carriage. Kaito glanced at the pink-haired girl beside him who was still dazed, but had no intention to continue the conversation. After saying "goodbye," he stepped off.
Although the girl looked quite cute, her temperament was similar to Kita, but for some reason, compared to the lively and energetic Kita, she seemed to have a kind of clear… stupidity.
"W-wait!", Finally breaking free from her daze, Anon hurriedly followed and squeezed out at the last second before the train doors closed.
But she was clearly still a step too slow.
The densely packed crowd filled the platform completely. That figure who had seemed like a dream to her had long since vanished, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, never to be seen again.
"I still… haven't properly repaid you…"
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To Kaito, what happened on the train was just a trivial interlude in his daily life.
He didn't take it to heart. After leaving the station, he went to class as usual.
It was already late by now, and many students were gathered in small groups, gossiping about various incidents during the holiday.
"It's been ten whole days without seeing Kaito-kun, ten days! Do you know how I made it through?"
"Of course I know… because I got through it the same way!"
"Uuuh, why does it feel like Kaito-kun became even more handsome… Eh, did my husband just look at me?"
"Keiko, you idiot! My husband was clearly looking at me!"
The students were as energetic as ever.
All kinds of hysterical outbursts and antics emerged endlessly like fish crossing a river. They had the courage to say it, Kaito didn't even have the courage to listen.
Usually it was okay. At least they saw each other every day. Even if nothing could be done, just having eye candy was nice.
Even weekends were only two days, still within the endurance range.
But this time, perhaps because the Golden Week holiday was too long, they had been holding it in too much.
Like a spring: the more it's compressed, the stronger the rebound.
So, upon seeing Kaito again, the enthusiasm the classmates erupted with was on another level compared to before the break.
There was the bold type, "I'll leap onto the bed with Kaito-kun and start writing our heroic epic."
The refined type, "A few life tips for Kaito-kun: eat when hungry, drink when thirsty, sleep when tired, breathe to live, marry me."
And even the homo camp mixed in, "Mmm ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh my Kaito-kun! Take me with you!"
And they were unsurprisingly beaten up by the first two groups together. Girls being a little crazy was fine, but why were the boys joining in? If they twisted Kaito's preferences, then what?
This wasn't just any ordinary school life novel anymore. A heavy punch had to be delivered.
Luckily, the chaos didn't last too long.
DING~ DING~ DING~
With the preparatory bell ringing, homeroom teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly walked up to the podium and knocked on the desk.
The title "Invincible Iron Fist" still carried weight. This was a fierce reputation earned with her own fists, few dared to provoke her.
There had been unruly students in the past, disobedient and even disrespectful.
But all of them had been moved by Shizuka's great love and learned to behave properly.
The noisy classroom instantly fell silent, returning to order.
Seeing this, Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded in satisfaction and cleared her throat, "Before class, I have an announcement. Our class is getting a new transfer student, just returned from overseas. Mm… I hope everyone can take good care of them."
A transfer student?
It's been over a month since school started, transferring now would make socializing quite difficult, right?
In schools, there's no shortage of cliques. After a month, most people have already formed their social circles, and it's hard for outsiders to integrate.
Unless one is a top-tier extrovert, like little Kita's level of social butterfly, most people in such situations would even struggle to make friends.
Hiratsuka Shizuka had considered this too. She was worried the new student might end up isolated like Yukino had, so she gave a little heads-up.
"What's the new student's name?"
"Boy or girl? Are they hot?"
"Don't be dumb. With Kaito-kun here, even if they are hot, they'll just be overshadowed."
The class atmosphere was pretty good. Most girls showed curious and friendly attitudes.
"Ahem, quiet," Hiratsuka Shizuka knocked on the desk again, then looked toward the door and called out loudly, "Chihaya-san, you may come in."
A girl who had been waiting for some time appeared at the classroom door.
Delicate and adorable features adorned with a bright, energetic smile, dreamlike cherry blossom pink hair cascading down to her waist, dressed in a neat and elegant uniform blazer, she strode swiftly up to the podium on her long legs. Picking up a piece of chalk, she fluently wrote her name on the blackboard.
Then she gracefully faced the students and gave a small bow:
"My name is Chihaya Anon. Due to family reasons, I enrolled at this unusual time. I hope you'll be willing to be friends with me!"
"In the days to come, please take care of me~"
The students cooperatively applauded, letting Anon breathe a little easier.
'Looks like the self-introduction went fine. Now it's time to act fast and integrate into the class.'
'Let's start with a small goal: within a week, become the most popular girl in class.'
"Chihaya-san, you'll sit…", Hiratsuka Shizuka scanned the classroom. There weren't many open seats, really not much choice, "Sit in the seat behind Kaito-san."
"Got it!"
Anon responded energetically with a "hai!" and slung her little bag over her shoulder as she came down from the podium. But she noticed that the students who had welcomed her so warmly a moment ago had all suddenly switched to a uniform expression of "envy, jealousy, hate"?
"Damn! The new transfer student is way too lucky? She gets to sit there?"
"Is it too late if I drop out and re-enroll right now?"
"Uuuh, my Kaito-kun, evil woman get away from my husband ahhhhh!!!"
"Your husband? My husband!"
'W-what's going on?'
'And what's with this "husband" stuff… Isn't this a school? Where did all these married women come from?'
The girl was a bit confused, but still walked down from the podium with her gray shoulder bag. The bitter and grinding gazes along the way made her a bit uncomfortable, and her steps instinctively grew lighter.
She couldn't help but glance toward the window seat. While she was still trying to figure out who this "husband" person was, her gray eyes happened to meet a pair of light chestnut ones.
Like a thunderclap on a sunny day, her pink lips parted slightly, her brain short-circuited, and the words slipped out of her mouth, "H-husband?"
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