I walk down the halls, taking in the place I'll be trapped in for the next three years. Then, after taking a deep breath. I push open the door to my assigned classroom, noticing a room halfway filled with some students.
The realization body-slams me me as I scan the room: I don't know a single soul in this class. Many of the students around me seem to know each other, chatting and laughing as they settle into their seats.
I notice nameplates on the desks. A solid play here is to walk around like a creep, memorize the seating arrangement, and link the names to the students who will eventually sit there, thus saving myself the hassle of ever asking, 'So... what's your name again?'"
Then I think, nah, too much work. Forget it.
I grip my backpack straps and plod toward the seat with my nameplate, a sad little island by the hallway. Before sitting, I sidelong glance at the desk behind me: it's marked "Haruki Yamauchi."
Trying to activate my 'mysterious cool guy' mode, I pull out my class materials and pretend to be focused in studying them as if I'm proving the Goldbach conjecture, all while I look out of the corner of my eye at the students around me.
And now, it's that moment that every student both fears but secretly looks forward to: making friends.
If you ask me, building genuine relationships is one of life's most important goals. Sure, If you're an eccentric loner, you might argue that it's easier to be alone than to have friends, given the time needed to maintain a healthy friendship, the stress of taking into account the emotions of multiple people, and the potential impact that associating with them may have on you; they can either help you, guide you, or betray you, leading one to conclude that solitude is the most logical and safer path to take.
If you really think that way, then let me tell you something: you don't understand what it means to 'feel' alone. I'm not saying you have to desperately go out and find some friends, but I'm against those who treat social interaction like a burden. The famous 'I don't need anyone, people are stupid'.
How original! Do those types also rock t-shirts with a wolf howling at the moon and slogans saying 'Loneliness is my religion'?
Three years of isolation as a teenager isn't as simple as flipping a light switch. Ignoring your emotions for the sake of 'logic' doesn't make you rational—It just makes you miserable. We're social animals, dumb as that sounds. I mean... isn't this just making everything harder in the long run? It's like drowning slowly in an ocean of 'what ifs'—what if I'd said hello? What if even one person had truly seen me?
If you're facing bullying, that changes everything. You should never endure abuse just to satisfy your need for connection. Every life story is unique, and I don't pretend to have all the answers.
In conclusion, finding a healthy middle ground between wanting company and avoiding complete isolation is the wisest path forward.
Philosophy aside... I'm paralyzed, stranded in a sea of strangers where approaching anyone feels like intruding on a private party. What if they're already talking to someone? What if I interrupt them? Meeting new people is bothersome, so it's always easier to stick with someone familiar. After all, as the old saying goes, 'better the devil you know than the devil you don't'.
Of course, the only exception would be a strikingly attractive, upbeat person who practically radiates charisma, the type people are drawn to them like moths to a flame and makes introverts question their entire life script.
So, out of all these strangers, who seems the safest to approach? Hmm....
My eyes sweep the classroom, but no one sparks that 'maybe we'll be friends' flicker. Then, accidentally, I lock eyes with a guy at the back. He has a lazy, expressionless look, chestnut hair, and brown eyes. He's claimed the window seat, a prime anime protagonist real estate, but honestly. Hard pass. His aura practically sweats 'teenage ennui' through the glass.
Just then, a tall and blonde boy walks into the classroom, a confident smile on his face. He saunters to his desk, plants his feet up like he's at a beach resort, and reclines with the ease of someone who's never faced consequences. Then (because why not) he pulls out a pair of nail clippers and starts trimming his fingernails like he's the only one in the room, exuding an air of superiority.
Harder pass. He makes Gloomy Window Guy look approachable. Trying to talk to him would be like arguing with a brick wall, if that wall had a superiority complex and long hair.
Sigh Why can't one semi-functional human just... telepathically sense my desperation?
The classroom keeps filling up, and that's when I spot a chubby boy with glasses, sitting all alone a few seats ahead of Gloomy McWindowFace.
Glasses and a few extra pounds? Not exactly the social jackpot, but at least he's definitely a better pick than the oddball.
"I won't let this chance slip away."
My chair screeches as I stand, drawing a few glances. The walk to Glasses-kun's desk feels longer than it should, crossing this classroom might as well be traversing a minefield.
Just to make myself clear. I'm exerting an absurd amount of effort just to cross the damn room. Just let him stay unclaimed. Please.
Let's see... what do I say? Maybe I should mention the nice weather or crack a joke. But what does he even care about? Oi, enough with the doubts! Everyone deserves a shot for connection, free of any preconceived bias.
I mentally slap myself. "Ok, let's go!"
"Hey there," I say, my hand lifting in a wave that's 50% greeting, 50% embarrassed gesture as I stand beside him.
The chubby boy glances up, his glasses nearly flying off his face.
"Uh, hey," he replies, his fingers automatically adjusting his frames in what might be this decade's fastest nervous tic.
"So, uh..." My words hang like a bad punchline as I try to break the ice.
He just waits, his silence filling the space between us and his gaze intensifying. Abort mission? Too late.
"My name's Shiroi Misaki," I finally blurt, extending my hand.
"Nice to meet you," I add, my voice cracks again.
He awkwardly shakes my hand, the handshake lasting exactly 1.8 seconds. Yes, I counted it. His grip screams 'Why me?'.
"S-Sotomura Hideo," he responds in a soft, quiet tone.
"Nice to meet you too," he adds, a belated afterthought, already retreating into his textbook fortress.
The silence hangs between us until my eyes catch the book he's reading. Judging by the drawings, is that a manga? I don't know much about anime, but I'll give it a shot.
I take a quick glance, trying to figure out the book's topic from the cover artwork.
"That's a manga, right? Looks... interesting. Is it one of those where the hero fights demons and other creatures with a sword?" I gesture at some drawing of a knight with a torn cape and a red, mane-like ornament on his helmet.
"You're mistaken," he replies coolly, adjusting his glasses with a quick, precise movement.
"What?"
"This isn't a manga," he holds up the cover of a title called Solo Leveling.
"It's a manhwa," he finally corrects me, with a tone dripping with pride.
"And what the heck is a manhwa? What's with the pretentious name?" I lean in, genuinely baffled by his sudden change in his tone.
He sighs like I've asked him to explain gravity to a flat earther. "A manhwa is basically a comic or graphic novel from South Korea. It's essentially similar to a manga, except it's published in South Korea instead of Japan," he explains, giving a somewhat bored look as he adjusts his glasses again.
"So... same shit, different country?"
His eyebrow arches. "You think wine and liquors are the same kind of liquid, huh? You don't seem bogged down by too much knowledge." he remarks, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat.
My eye twitches, but I brush off the sting with a grimace.
Demons, swords, Koreans... What did I get myself into? And where did all that shyness go? Did I just witness a guy morphing into a smug wiki page?
I shrug, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "Well, I obviously don't know—I mean, I've never really watched anime or anything. That's why I'm asking you."
"Wait. You've never watched anime?!" He chokes out the words like I just dropped a bomb about preferring old women. His glasses fog with the heat of his disbelief.
"No, it... it can't be!" He stammers.
I shuffle back half a step. "I just never had the chance, I guess."
His judgmental, pixelated eyes burn holes in my soul, and his earlier shyness is replaced by frantic hand gestures as he leans forward.
"But... how? Anime is so popular! You've been... what? Reading books? Socializing?!"
"I just haven't had time... that's all," I shrug, avoiding his intense gaze.
"First of all, do you even know what anime is?" His gaze sharpens into librarian-grade scrutiny.
"Uh, if I remember correctly, anime is a Japanese animation style with expressive characters, big eyes, and wild hair. That's all I know, at least."
He heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head as he adjusts his glasses again.
"That's such a simplistic take. It's so basic that it's wrong. Anime is far more than just big eyes and flashy hairstyles. It's a vast medium of artistic expression that explores truly complex and meaningful narratives across many different genres. It's a form of entertainment with a rich history and a dedicated global fanbase. You can't just boil it down to a couple of clichés. Honestly, you really don't have any knowledge whatsoever."
Wow. Do you charge by the hour for these lectures?
I want to say that, but the quip just dies on my tongue, It's like my brain has turned to mush. Every neuron feels like it's malfunctioning like a crashed app. The words just won't come out. I'm stuck in this silence, unsure how to break it.
Come on, say something—witty—deflective—anything!
"W-Well, yeah, but... ah, wait a second! Anime is also about people screaming attacks, right—?" I blurt.
Suddenly, chubby boy-kun slams his manga, manhwa or whatever against the desk with a crack that echoes through the room. A pencil rockets off the desk, clattering to the floor. "It's art, not cartoons!"
The pencil tumbles to my feet. I stoop to pick it up and hand it back to him. He sighs as he takes it back, and I swallow hard, feeling the weight of every silent second between us while the classroom keeps filling up steadily.
"I'm... sorry. I'm really ignorant about anime, heh." I say, scratching the back of my head shyly.
He studies me over his glasses' rim, the steel in his gaze thawing as he exhales slowly.
"Don't sweat it. It's not your fault your knowledge is, well, a bit shallow." His tone is softer now, but the barb lingers.
He pauses, a flicker of sunlight through the window catches his glasses, and for a heartbeat, I see it: the spark of a zealot about to convert a heathen. Then he continues, "That's why—"
In one smooth motion, he reaches into his backpack and pulls out several manga volumes, much like a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat. The classroom fades, suddenly it's just me, him, and the 200 hours of content he's about to assign. His eyes light up with genuine enthusiasm, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
"I'm going to introduce you to the world of otaku culture, my nakama," he declares, and the word hangs between us.
"Oh hell nah..." I mutter under my breath, then.
"Uh, do I have a choice?" I ask, half-joking.
"Choices?" He chuckles, his smirk sharpening. "You lost that privilege when you called Solo Leveling 'Korean manga.'"
Then he begins rifling through the stack with deliberate care, selecting a few titles as he casually explains what makes each one unique. "This one's 'One Piece'," he says, holding up a particularly thick volume.
"It's about the adventure of a pirate who wants to find the ultimate treasure called the 'One Piece'... but don't get carried away by the treasure, it's more than just an adventure; it's a saga about dreams, friendship, and the relentless pursuit of freedom."
I scratch my head, trying to decode his fervor. "One piece...?" I echo, looking at the cover: a grinning pirate in a straw hat.
"You haven't even dipped your toes into anime, have you? Then I'll start with some of the best-known Shonen series and then branch out into other genres. Sounds good?""
My mind reels at the word 'Shonen.' "Sho...nen? What in the world is that?" I ask, feeling as though I've just been handed a secret code without any instructions.
"Come on, you don't know what Shonen means either?" Sotomura arches an eyebrow higher.
I just shake my head. Right afterwards, Sotomura takes a deep breath before launching into his explanation, his eyes bright with passion.
"Shonen is like the go-to genre of anime and manga stuff. It's all about explosive action, epic battles, and heroic protagonists, usually aimed at a younger crowd. Some of the most famous Shonen manga ones worldwide are: Naruto, One Piece, Bleach just to name a few. Get ready, because there's a lot to cover."
Ahh this is too much information to take in! My brain feels like it's about to explode if I continue to expose myself at these doses of radioactive geek rays. I'm hoping if I stick around long enough, maybe Sotomura will spill some juicy class gossip, or at least hook me up with some notes.
Target Analysis: Sotomura Hideo. Upright posture, firm tone, bright eyes when he talks about his passions. New friendship probability: 62%. (±10% margin for error)
Misinterpreting my stunned silence as awe, he continues with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry if it all feels overwhelming. Everyone starts somewhere, and soon you'll see a whole universe waiting for you. Think of it as an invitation to broaden your horizons."
"What? Really!?" I exclaim. Then, because subtlety is for cowards—I drop to my knees theatrically, arms outstretched toward the manga stack like a pilgrim at the altar of Weebdom.
"Oh please, bless me with your wisdom. I'm ready to soak up all you have to teach me, oh printed paper sage!"
"A mediocre line to say the least, but hey, you're getting there...." he deadpans, folding his arms.
"What do you mean by 'mediocre line'?" I tilt my head.
"Printed paper sage isn't half bad—but next time, call me 'Professor', got it?"
I stay kneeling. Where the hell has this day taken me? Still, at least I made my first... unique acquaintance on my first day at school.
New friend unlocked: Sotomura Hideo
Objective: Making friends at school — Status: Suspiciously Smooth.
Operation Anime Ignorance: Success. Casualty count: 1 bruised ego.
Sotomura then launches into a rundown of various genres and titles. He occasionally offer his personal recommendations and sometimes bring up related works to compare and explains everything I need to know. We read a few chapters of One Piece together, during which he further clarifies what a manhwa is.
"And as I said, a manhwa is read from left to right, just like Western comics, but its art style is usually more... realistic."
"I see." I murmur, blinking as I try to keep up.
Just then, the bell rings. Right after, a woman wearing a suit walks into the classroom and heads straight for the podium, placing a stack of books on it before waiting in silence until everyone settles into their seats.
"Sorry, duty calls. It was nice meeting you," I say, standing up and retreating to my desk.
"See you around. I'm eager to show you the full extent of my anime knowledge," Sotomura calls after me as he gathers his stack of manga and manhwa.
I nod and slip away to the opposite side of the classroom, stealing one last glance at the teacher before the lesson begins.
A woman? Hmm, interesting. Let's take a 'deeper' look at her.
Her expression is stern and serious, she has delicate features and looks like someone in her late twenties or early thirties, if I have to guess. She has a long hair pulled into a neat ponytail. I can't help but let my gaze wander a little lower.
!!
Oh my god, her... those are enormous!!
Damn, sometimes the fruit is just a lot sweeter when it's fully ripe.
I snap my gaze upward just as hers lands on me. Her eyebrow arches a silent 'I will murder you in detention' warning. Note: Sensei-san's charisma stat is maxed. Proceed with caution.
She clears her throat before speaking.
"Ahem, good morning new students. My name is Chabashira Sae and I am in charge of class D this year. I usually teach Japanese history. This school doesn't rearrange the classes every year. For the next three years, I will be acting as your homeroom teacher, so I hope to get to know all of you. It's a pleasure to meet you. The entrance ceremony will be in the gymnasium one hour from now, but first, I will distribute written materials with information about this school's special rules. I will also hand out the matriculation guide; take one and pass it back."
As the handouts are passed out, I grab my copy and slide the extras to the person behind me before flipping open my own.
Basically, at this school, there are special rules that makes this school different from every other high school. Here, all students are required to live in dormitories located on school premises. Also, except for special cases, such as studying abroad, students are forbidden to contact anyone outside the school. Even contact with your immediate family is forbidden without authorization. Obviously, leaving school grounds without permission is also strictly forbidden.
They've also turned our lives into a little self-contained world—a campus complete with karaoke rooms, theaters, cafes, boutiques, and more... practically its own mini town spread over 600,000 square meters.
There's one more special characteristic of this school, though briefly explained, causing me to ask myself, why? I'm talking about the mysterious S system.
"I will now hand out your student ID cards. By using your card, you can access any of the facilities on campus, purchase goods from the store, and so on. It works like a credit card. However, it is imperative that you pay attention to the points that you spend. At this school, you can use your points to buy anything. If there's something on school grounds, it's purchasable."
So these points are essentially, money huh? I can buy literally anything with 'em?
Does that mean that if a girl is desperate for money I can just pay her to have some sex so I can stop being a virgin?
Now let's talk for real. Honestly, I kinda like this setup. It forces us to be creative and clever. Instead of merely rewarding memory and knowledge, it challenges you to consider the most practical approaches to solving problems, just like how society's rules works, practically you can buy everything with the right approach.
Our points, loaded onto our student ID cards, acts as a kind of currency. The lack of paper money will prevent many students' financial troubles. Everyone will start off with the same amount of 'money' and we'll be forced to check our consumption habits. In any case, all of the points are provided free of charge in the school.
In simple terms, it's all about discipline and making smart decisions with our consumption.
"Your student cards can be used simply by swiping them through the machine scanner. The method is simple, so you shouldn't get confused. Points are automatically deposited into your account on the first of every month. Everyone should already have 100,000 points on their card. Also, one point is worth one yen. Any more explanation is unnecessary."
Concise and to the point—no beating around the bush, interesting way of expressing yourself, sensei.
"Wait, what?"
"For real? Oh my goodness, No way!"
The classroom erupts and it's no wonder. We're receiving 100,000 yen PER MONTH! Just for being admitted! My happiness is beyond words, Japan, you sure know how to make a kid's day.
This country's economy might collapse by graduation, but hey—arigato, capitalism!
"Shocked by the amount of points you've been given? This school measures the abilities of students. Everyone here, who passed the entrance exam, has shown a certain level of merit and worth. The amount of money is a reflection of your skills. You can use your points without restraint. After graduation, however, all the points will be taken back. Since it's impossible to change these points into cash, there's no point in saving up the points. Once points have been deposited into your account, it's up to you how to spend them. Use it on things you like or need. In the event that you don't want to spend your points, you can always transfer them to someone else. However, extorting money from your peers is not allowed. The school is very strict on matters concerning bullying. Does anyone have any questions?"
As bewilderment spreads among the students, Chabashira-sensei looks around the room but nobody speaks up.
'They're giving you 100k yen just for existing and you don't wanna ask a question? 🤓☝' Shut your ass, stupid. 100k yen, they are giving us 100k! Who needs to overthink when you're handed free cash? I won't ask either! I accept, sensei! Here is my soul, my dignity and my liver! Do you want my first kid too?
I turn toward an imaginary camera like a reality show host.
You guys watching? RELAX! Do you really want a bunch of 15-year-olds to start questioning the system like Marx in schoolgirl disguises? When the teacher says 'take the points,' we accept and use them. Don't mess with me.
I snap back as I hear Chabashira-sensei speak again.
"Well, it appears no one has any questions. I hope that you enjoy your time here as students."
Many of my classmates can't hide their surprise at the large amount of points.
"What a lovely school," I murmur to myself, conscious that everyone feels the same.
We have truly found ourselves in a paradise filled with unparalleled privileges.
Although nothing in life is free, we must remember that we're somewhat isolated—as if we were prisoners but, this is a price worth paying. Also, we can't ignore the 100% placement rate for students advancing into higher education or entering the workforce.
Under the thorough guidance of the government, the school works towards a better future with all of its resources. In fact, many of this widely publicized school's alumni are famous people. Normally, no matter how famous or impressive a school might be, the areas of specialization are limited. For example, one school might specialize in sports or in music. Another might focus on something related to computers. But this school fulfills any wish in any genre that someone may wish to study, regardless of their field. Only this school has this kind of name-brand value.
That's why I'd assumed the atmosphere would be cutthroat because you know... the most important school supported financially by the government, prestige, famous people around. Naturally, I expected geniuses everywhere, but most of my classmates are like typical kids you can find anywhere else.
But considering something, if they only took the geniuses, then I wouldn't be here considering my disastrous performance in both the interview and the entrance exam. Guess this school's standards are just low enough to let the duds in.
Anyway, exchanging our isolation for a monthly allowance of 100,000 yen seems like a fair deal if you ask me. That's my take on sensei's speech.
"Hey, hey! Do you want to check out a store with me on our way back? Let's do some shopping!"
I hear a girl enthusiastically chatting with her friend.
"Sure. With this much, we can buy anything. I'm so glad I got into this school!"
After a while, once Chabashira-sensei leaves, we receive the 100,000 points that they had promised us, the room buzzes with excitement as we all start checking our points on our student IDs, wondering what we'll buy with our newfound cash.
"Everyone, can you please listen to me for a moment?"
A student confidently raises his hand and speaks.
He's got that effortless ikemen vibe in every rule. I certainly find him quite attractive with his confident attitude and good looks. Of course he's the type to organize icebreakers.
"Starting today, we're all going to be classmates for the next three years, I think we should go around the room and introduce ourselves, start to get familiar with each other. We still have some time until the entrance ceremony, so what do you say?"
As he finishes speaking, the majority of students are lost in thought, unable to speak up. Not bad.
"I agree! After all, we still don't know a thing about each other, not even our names."
Oh no... after the first person agreed, one by one, the hesitant students start to agree.
There's no stopping it now...
"My name is Hirata Yousuke. Back in junior high, lots of people called me Yousuke, so feel free to call me by my first name. I guess my hobby is sports in general, but I especially like soccer. I'm planning on playing soccer here, too. Nice to meet you!" he announces with genuine charm, introducing himself smoothly.
With that confident smile and smooth delivery, he's clearly about to become the class heartthrob. I can see the girls around him, their eyes practically sparkling. His easy charm and passion for soccer have already made him a hit.
Hirata Yousuke huh? You've picked my curiosity. I'll remember your name, it's evident that you're about to become a main figure of the class.
Someone like him will probably end up dating the cutest girl in class. That's how things typically go.
Good for you. I'm so, so happy for seeing you succeeding in life.
Dammit, why am I always stuck on the sidelines? Can't I get a little 'lovey-dovey' treatment? I swear, I'm way cooler than Mr. Perfect here!
"Well then, I'd like everyone to introduce themselves, starting from the front. Is that okay?" With a smile, Hirata asks for confirmation.
Although the girl at the head of the class looks a little bewildered, she quickly makes up her mind and steps up. Or rather, she's flustered by Hirata's words.
"M-my name is... Inogashira Ko-Ko..."
The girl seems to freeze during her introduction. Is she drawing a blank, or had she not considered what she was going to say beforehand? As her words halt, she pales in embarrassment. It's rare seeing someone get so incredibly nervous.
Her mouth opens and closes nervously, much like a fish desperate to breath when you take it out of water.
Seeing her struggling and all, I think to myself, 'Why not lend a hand?', you never know if you might get a chance to hit on a girl, and frankly speaking, I'm not that picky when it comes to women anyway.
"Don't panic! It's okay, just do your best~!" (Translation: Please notice me, fragile beauty!)
I pour those kind words, hoping that those words will be the Lifebuoy ring she needs.
Ehh?
Instead of helping, my words seem to backfire on the girl; the words stuck in her throat disappears. The silence continues for five seconds. Ten seconds. At this point, the pressure is palpable.
Some of the girls are starting to giggle. The poor girl is paralyzed with fear. She can't even move a muscle.
Oopsie doopsie. Looks like I messed it up again. Uwu~
Then, when everything seemed down the drain, a soft voice cuts through. "Doing it slowly is fine, don't rush through it." A girl speaks up.
Her gentle reminder seems to do the trick. The nervous girl calms down and regains her composure. She takes a few small, shaky breaths and tries again.
"My name is Inogashira... Kokoro. Um, my hobby is sewing and I'm good at knitting. I-It's nice to meet you all."
She is able to finish without stopping. Looking alternately relieved, delighted, and embarrassed, Inogashira sits down.
Interesting result, although it might look kind, saying, "Do your best!" and, "It's okay!" it actually conveys a completely different meaning. To someone who is extremely nervous, those words can actually seem forceful, as if indicating she needs to match her classmates no matter what. On the other hand, saying, 'Just take things slowly. Don't rush,' allows her to take things at her own pace.
Social experiments with real people are always a wild ride.
Following her lead, other people start introducing themselves.
"I'm Haruki Yamauchi. In elementary school, I played table tennis at the national level, and in junior high, and in junior high I was the ace player on our baseball team. I had a number four in my uniform. I got hurt during the inter-high school championships, though, and I'm undergoing rehab now. Nice to meet ya." As he finishes, he brings his index and middle fingers together in a neat line and sweeps them across his forehead, barely grazing his tousled hair.
I stare at him in disbelief and awe. My jaw might be on the floor.
"T-the ace? National-level table tennis? This guy?" I mutter under my breath.
This guy is incredible! It's amazing, I've never seen an introduction like that before, he makes it look like he's the real hero of our story.
And why the hell he did a farewell gesture while greeting?
Well, I guess he doesn't follow rules, he just makes his own.
"Then I'm next, right?" A vibrant, lively girl eagerly stands up. Her cheerful energy fills the room, and she seems to light up the space.
Hold up, now that I think about it, she is the one who told the nervous girl to take it slow earlier. Let's try observing her.
"My name is Kushida Kikyo, and since none of my friends from middle school came to this school, I want to get to know everyone and become friends as soon as possible!" she declares, her bright eyes sweeping over the room, taking in the faces of her new classmates.
She places her gentle palm in the centre of her chest, her fingers relaxed and her gaze bright. It's not a theatrical movement, but a way of saying: 'This is me, without masks'. That said, she continues her presentation.
"My first goal is to become friends with everyone here. So, after all of you are done with your introductions, I'd love for you to share your contact information with me!"
I stare at the girl, thinking about one particular thing...
Smash.
"Looking forward for it!" I yell, already completely smitten by this goddess of friendliness.
Her natural warmth and ease make it clear she can get along with anyone, a person who you can rely on. Those encouraging words earlier weren't just empty platitudes; they came from a genuine place, unlike me.
"Then, during vacations or after school, I want to make memories with many people, so don't hesitate to invite me anywhere! I've talked for a long time, so I'll end my self-introduction here."
Whoa, she's got quite the intensity going on. Have you ever heard of giving yourself some alone time? Nevermind, forget that. When's our first hangout?
I'll try to do some experiments with her later, I'll keep her name in mind for now.
"Then, the next one is—"
As Hirata looks at the next student, the student shoots him a sharp glare.
With bright red hair, the boy who looks like a delinquent speaks in a manner that matches his appearance.
"What, are we a bunch of little kids or something? I don't need to introduce myself. People who want to do that can go ahead. Just leave me out of it."
The tension in the room thickens as his intense gaze fixes on Hirata. He has a strong presence, his attitude intense and overpowering. I'm curious, and part of me even wonders if I should go and see if he's as tough as he seems.
"I can't force you to introduce yourself, of course. But, I don't think that it's a bad thing to get along with your classmates. If I've made you uncomfortable, I apologize."
After watching Hirata bow his head, the girls unite like a shoujo anime defense squad, firing glares at the red-haired rebel.
"Isn't it fine to do a simple self-introduction?" one of them snaps.
"Yeah, yeah!" echoes another.
As expected from the pretty-boy soccer star. He has captured most of the girls' hearts in the blink of an eye.
This causes the other boys, including me to feel a pang of jealousy, looking angrily just watching his effortless charm and popularity.
"Shut it. I don't care. I didn't come here to make friends."
The red-haired boy stands up from his seat, and several other classmates soon follow him, leaving the room in a group, clearly with no intention of intruding on introductions or forced friendships.
The scene is so intense it almost makes me want to do my own dramatic self-introduction... but luckily, I still have enough dignity... for now.
Hirata gazes at the group as they walk out of the classroom, looking somewhat saddened and remorseful.
"They're not bad people. It's my fault. I was being selfish and made people do this."
"No way. You didn't do anything wrong, Hirata-kun. Let's just leave those guys be, okay?"
Although some rebelled at the idea of mandatory presentations, the other students remaining are in good spirits, eager to continue with the presentations.
I lean back, mulling it over. Part of me wants to bolt out of here—this whole class feels like a chaotic zoo, and I've had enough of the wild beasts for one day. But then, another part of me wonders what hidden marvels I might uncover if I stick around a little longer. With a resigned sigh, I decide: curiosity wins. I'll stay and see just how fascinating this menagerie really is.
"Yo. I'm Ike Kanji. I like girls, and I hate pretty boys. I'm looking for a girlfriend at any time, so nice to meet you! All the better if you're a cutie or a beauty!"
Hahaha! This dude has zero filter, I dig it. Earning the ire of the females like that.
You are not alone pervert-kun, I'm all about cute girls too.
"Wow, you are so cool, Ike-kun," one girl deadpans in an utterly emotionless tone.
Of course, her statement is 1000 percent false.
"Really, really? Oh, man. I mean, I thought that I wasn't bad or anything, but... hehe."
The boy replies, his face turning a shade of embarrassed red as he misinterprets her sarcasm for a compliment.
Instantly, the girls burst into giggles.
"Wow, everyone, he's cute. He's looking for a girlfriend!"
Dude, they're totally making fun of you. And yet, the guy just laughs it off, playing along with the teasing like it's all in good fun.
Okay I'm starting to feel bad about him, you can tell he's not a bad guy. In fact, he's just being his unabashed self and there's something refreshingly genuine about that.
Next up is the odd blonde guy who acts like he's the center of the universe. While inspecting his bangs in a hand mirror, he combs his hair, arranging it.
"Excuse me, can you introduce yourself?" Hirata asks politely.
"Hmph. Fine."
He smirks like the aristocrat he apparents to be, displaying his imprudent attitude. As he shifts in his seat, placing both of his legs on his desk and begins his grand introduction.
"My name is Koenji Rokusuke. As the sole male heir to the Koenji conglomerate group, I am the man who will be responsible for Japanese society in the near future. Pleased to meet you, ladies."
Oi, oi. Can you believe this guy? The responsible for Japanese society? Who the hell does he think he is? I've honestly never seen an human with such arrogance.
He directs his introduction solely at the opposite sex, barely bothering to acknowledge the rest of us.
Some girls' eyes sparkle at the mention of his wealth, while others roll their eyes, convinced he's nothing more than a delusional weirdo.
I know, nobody asked me, but I'm with the latter.
"From now on, I will mercilessly punish anyone who makes me feel uncomfortable. Be careful in that respect." he declares with a condescending air.
"Um, Koenji-kun. What exactly do you mean when you say, 'anyone who makes me uncomfortable'?" Hirata interjects, visibly uneasy at the word 'punish.'
"Exactly as I said. But if I were to give an example, well... I would say I hate unattractive things, for instance. So, if I saw something ugly, I would do just as I said."
Fwish! He flips his long, flowing bangs.
"Ah, thank you. I will make sure to be careful then."
As Hirata turns around, his gaze scanning the room, his expression shifts from neutral to calculating, like a seasoned detective assessing the next suspect. His eyes lands on the next target, his attention fully transfixed on the unfortunate soul who is about to become the next object of judgment.
"Uhm... the next person, please introduce yourself"
I get goosebumps, maybe it's finally my turn? No, wait. I'm not... I'm absolutely not ready!
AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Cue internal screaming.
Just then, I notice everyone turning their heads toward the gloomy guy from before.
Clack! The chair rattles as he timidly stands.
"Well... Um, my name is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. And, uh, I don't really have any special skills or anything. Ahh... I'll do my best to get along with all of you. It's, uh, nice to meet you." After finishing his greeting he quickly sinks back into his seat.
A halfhearted round of claps follows his utterly bland introduction. I clap out of pity, barely stifling a yawn.
"Well, Ayanokoji, it's nice to meet you. I can't wait to be friends." Hirata says with a bright smile, his upbeat charm is the only thing keeping this room from being a total snooze-fest.
Maybe you can't, Prince Charming, but I'm absolutely sure the rest of us can wait forever. Like, until the heat death of the universe.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka... the blandest name for the blandest guy. Perfect for being forgotten, ha!
"Now the next student..." As I silently mock the gloomy guy, Karma comes knocking, as if God himself had caught me making fun out of a shy person and is ready to make me fall the weight of judgment. Hirata's gaze now shifts to me, and I can practically feel a few curious gazes from the other students in the class, waiting to hear my introduction.
Hirata gives me an encouraging smile, clearly expecting great things from my incredible introduction.
Oh no. No no no! NOO! I was so goddamn busy critiquing everyone's introductions that I completely forgot to prepare my own! Should I crack a joke? Or try and act like I'm some hyperactive weirdo? Nah, both options suck. Damnit, I'm not ready for this.
How laziness... great, sounds like I don't have much choice. I recall a few Spanish phrases I learned recently so what if I say something about being a Latin-American foreigner? ¡Vamos!
I think about something and stand up, clearing my throat before speaking.
"Ahem. Alright folks, listen up. I'm Misaki Shiroi the future hero of this class and champion of avoiding responsibility! My hobbies? Sleeping at random times, procrastinating all the time and enjoying the little things of life."
Uh-oh, a murmur of nervous laughter and confused chatter ripples through the room. That 'champion of avoiding responsibility' line got a few chuckles, but now everyone's awkwardly stopping, wondering if they're allowed to find it funny.
Abort! Abort!
"Ah~ just kidding! Let me start again. My name is Misaki Shiroi, and I like to play sports, soccer in particular and I'm into video games too. I also have Latin-American roots, but I've lived in Japan my whole life, so I hope to get along with everyone. Nice to meet you."
There we go, much better. Nice recovery, Misaki. The claps and laughs signal I'm off to a better start this time. Hirata even nods approvingly, relieved I managed to salvage the situation. Seems like these folks appreciate my quirky nature after all.
"Thank you! Your introduction was... quite interesting. I'm sure you'll find lots of friends who share your interests, Shiroi-kun. Welcome!" Hirata says, clapping his hands.
As I thought, no one questioned or tried to verify my words.
It's not necessary to actually share everything about yourself. You can simply lie and say things that everyone says.
This is merely to help people remember you based on what you say during your introduction.
For example, phrases like 'Oh he's the guy who likes soccer' or 'She's the Chinese girl' in other words, projecting an image that is easily categorized and memorable, allowing others to classify it without further questioning.
After all the self-introduces thing wraps up. Many students start swapping contact info. Just as I'm about to approach Kushida to ask for her number, when the chubby boy from earlier waddles into my path. Oh come on, Universe. Is this a joke?
"Hey, Shiroi-kun! I was thinking... wouldn't you like to continue your epic journey through the vibrant otaku world? I mean, you've got great potential to delve into that universe: conventions, new anime, manga, all the geek stuff!" he exclaims with enthusiasm.
I blink, momentarily caught off guard. "Are you talking about joining a club or something?" My voice wavers as I try to steady my nerves.
"Exactly," he replies, leaning in with an excited glint in his eyes. "Imagine us exploring the latest news, swapping opinions on our favorite series, and uncovering those subtle details that make each story come alive. You in?"
"Uhh... but I..." I start, but before I can answer, Hirata's polished tone cuts through the chatter.
"Shiroi-kun, can I have a moment with you?"
Fiuu! Saved by the bell. For a moment, I regret missing my chance with Kushida, but as they say, beggars can't be choosers.
"Thank you, Hirata. Always coming through since day one," I murmur to myself.
"Well, it seems that life throws me an excuse. But look, before this talk dissipates, let's swap contacts. So, when you have some cool otaku news, you let me know, alright?"
"Yeah, sure."
The chubby boy then pulls out his cell phone with a smile, and in a swift motion, we exchange our numbers. We trade brief greetings before he saunters off to chat with other students.
I clutch the contact of this newfound friend, wondering if perhaps delving into the otaku world might be my ticket to breaking free from my role as a mere monster. Yet, a part of me hesitates—should I let myself be swept up by these new connections, or maintain the cautious distance that has kept other people safe all these years?
Shoving those thoughts aside, I walk over to Hirata with a smile, feeling a spark of anticipation.
"Hey there! Hirata, that was your name, right? You wanted to talk about something?" I ask.
"Nice to meet you, Shiroi-kun. You are right, I'm Hirata Yousuke. I noticed you mentioned your interest in soccer during your introduction, and I thought it would be fantastic to connect with someone who shares my passion for the sport. So, what do you think about joining the soccer club together? I think we could have some great times together, sharing our love of the game." he suggests, his voice smooth and calm.
He was actually paying attention to what everyone said? Well, color me surprised.
I pause, torn between saying 'Hell yeah!' and 'This guy's gonna find out I haven't touched a soccer ball in my life. "Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. I mean, if there's a club, I'm game" I force a grin, momentarily breaking free of my usual pessimistic facade as I speak.
Seizing the moment to recover a shred of my dignity, I add, "And hey, don't worry about the whole 'procrastination' thing, that was just a joke, heh. Wanna make it a deal?" I raise my hand while speaking.
Hirata just smiles and says, "It's all good. The key isn't to be the best, but to learn and grow together. In the club, team spirit is everything. Let's do our best to support each other and improve together."
He avoids dwelling on my joke, and then reaches out to clasp my hand in a firm shake. I hope my sweaty palms don't give me away!
"It's a deal then. We'll join the club and make the most of these three years together. I'm glad to have met you, Shiroi-kun. Let's make these years memorable," he affirms, his grip assuring and steady.
He's being too nice, too eager. Dangerous.
"I'm really looking forward to it! It'll be a great way to show what we're worth outside the classroom," I reply, my excitement bubbling.
Gross! I'm acting like an emotional fool, letting myself get all fired up.
"Great! Then let's exchange contacts and sort out the details. Trust me—you won't regret it."
Hirata extends his phone. Is this real life? Am I about to get the digits of Mr. Popularity himself?
Inside, I'm practically bursting with excitement, but I channel my inner Zen master to keep my cool. Got to play it cool if I want to fit in.
And just like that, my school life RPG gains a new storyline: a blend of soccer dreams, otaku adventures, and a school life that's starting to feel a little less lonely.