[April 13th, 7:30 a.m.]

As he predicted, word spread fast that the world's first male IS user had been found, not to mention it was the same person who was already famous for coming back from the dead, for being Tabane Shinonono's apprentice, for being a genius, for… well you get the idea. It was expected, but annoying, before there were quite a few television and news stations talking about him coming back from the dead, but now you couldn't walk in public without seeing his face.

If he had to be exact he was probably the most famous person on the planet, well... now at least, hopefully his fame would dile down soon. He had already been up there with Tabane and Chifuyu for his own achievements, but now it was just ridiculous.

Tabane had intentionally leaked the information immediately after leaving the hospital, she knew Ichika would rather get the reveal over sooner than later. Many were understandingly skeptical, but after being provided with a basic Uchigane, he had demonstrated his ability and the world was ecstatic. He was constantly being pestered with questions of what he would do with the 1 in 3.5 billion chance, but one glare from Chifuyu and a creepy smile from Tabane and suddenly the pestering disappeared.

Frankly, Ichika had more on his plate than he knew what to do with.

Resurrecting himself from the dead, legally speaking, which he had thankfully gotten off his plate quickly.

Ichika had to design and build a personal IS for himself to use since he obviously couldn't use the White Knight. To save time he would probably only build an altered Uchigane, not a traditional personal unit. It wouldn't compare to if he made himself a personal unit, but it would save much time.

Ichika needed to train himself to become a formidable IS pilot, but training was a constant goal.

He also had various smaller goals and things he was working on, he was an inventor after all.

Not to mention Tabane had requested she help him with the design and building of the first fourth generation IS. Unfortunately for her, he was simply too busy at the moment, and that would have to wait.

To sum up, "busy" would be the understatement of the century.

As a surprise for Madoka, he had made improvements to the personal IS unit the government had given her. Meaning the third generation IS now shared some similarities to what would later be the fourth generation. He knew he had to do that before the school year began, so he had done that before anything else.

Though he was extremely busy, Ichika had completed another goal of his, one which led to the current situation he was in.

He had become a teacher to students his own age.

Apparently the principle of the IS Academy had suddenly retired a week before Ichika returned, right before the school year had begun. Chifuyu, who unbeknownst to Ichika had become a teacher at the Academy, had been rapidly promoted to fill the position. This meant that class 1-1 of the Academy would now only have one teacher, as opposed to the usual two each class had.

Most of the Academy administration had panicked, it was a couple of weeks before the start of the new year, and they were down a teacher. The position was one that required long experience and vast knowledge on the IS, unfortunately there really wasn't anyone who could fill that position. The IS had only been released 10 years ago, give or take. The most experienced people on the IS were already teachers at the Academy, besides maybe a few select pilots across the globe that stayed in their home countries.

Luckily, as if a miracle, the apprentice of Tabane Shinonono had come back from the dead. As if to tease fate, he had proven he was the first and only male that could pilot an IS. Normally, Ichika would be forced to prove his skills and IS knowledge, but with mere days left to fill the position, they reached out to him through Chifuyu. Chifuyu was adamant that Ichika not take the position due to what he had been through, Tabane had agreed and offered that Ichika live with her off the radar. He understood Chifuyu's sentiments and Tabane's offer was incredibly tempting, but in the end he decided that if he could help teach the next generation of IS pilots, he would.

He warned the Academy that he had very little experience with actually piloting an IS, but they batted it away. He denied any payment and the Academy immediately hired him, seeing his employment as solid gold.

Due to the fact that the IS Academy was a boarding school, he was given an apartment in the teachers' quarters. Although, it looked more like a five star hotel room than "some apartment".

A living room with a couch, chairs, and television. A kitchen with an island, oven, microwave, all the necessities. A large bathroom with a shower, tub, toilet and sink. Lastly a master bedroom with a massive bed, empty shelves, a nightstand, and a desk and chair. Honestly, he could live in the single apartment without complaint for the rest of his life.

Ichika had brought a lot to the "dorm", smaller versions of equipment to allow for hand to hand adjustment of his mechanical hand or eye. He brought another equipment bag full of his personally made fighting equipment that contained four high grade katanas, knives, a pair of silver handguns, and various other weapons. Each piece of weaponry had the ORIMURA name delicately carved into it. He didn't care if he was in what some considered to be the safest place on earth, there were thousands of IS pilots and IS here, and that painted a large target on the Academy. Also, he was far from proficient in firearms, so he brought two to practice with.

The empty shelves in his bedroom were now packed with books, some of which were Ichika's personal journals with many of his designs and notes inside. On top of the desk rested the three monitors of his supercomputer, sitting on the floor next to the desk was the actual computer. On a second desk that he had bought and easily fit into the room was the machinery to operate and adjust his mechanical hand and eye.

Ichika stood facing a large mirror in his bathroom. He was dressed in a lighter pair of jeans with a dark denim jacket to contrast, along with a light green T-Shirt. He had asked when he was hired and there was no dress code for teachers to adhere to, so he decided to make himself comfortable. His short hair was once again slightly gelled to spike in the middle of his forehead.

Unbenounced to anyone else he had laced every piece of clothing with millions of dollars of flexible carbon fiber. It was very thin as to not be noticed so it would be less effective, but it was far better than nothing. He had found and hired someone to lace his clothing, which was quite a specific skill to find, but with the amount of money he had it was easy to get someone to do it no questions asked. Sure it wouldn't do anything against bullets to his face, but you'd be surprised how many people don't immediately shoot for the head.

Under his clothes, on both hips were the two silver handguns he had made himself, sure he wasn't proficient in firearms but he could still use them effectively. Inside pockets in the jacket and tucked into his sleeves were incredibly thin knives. Ichika couldn't fit a large weapon like a katana, but it was enough. He wasn't taking any chances, refusing to be powerless again. His stoic face and eyepatch enforcing his intimidating and dominating aura. His golden tie was tucked into his back pocket, frankly he had no idea how to tie a tie. The short raven black hair on his head was pointed into a spike in the front. Looking in the mirror, he could see all of the scars that covered his face, neck, and right hand, the rest was covered by his clothes. Frankly he would still say he was relatively handsome, but the scars definitely took away from how attractive he could have been.

He was thankful it has still been a few days before school was in session when he moved in, because he knew that even in an Academy full of oddities, he would still be the center of attention. Unfortunately, today was the first day of classes, and the school would be filled with students and teachers. He had woken up a good while before classes began in an attempt to avoid that, which seemed to work as he slowly exited the room into an empty hall. After quietly closing the door he glanced at the names by the room numbers next to his. Chifuyu was to his left, at the end of the hall, apparently no one wanted to be next to her. The room to his right had the name Maya below the room number, he knew that would be his co-teacher.

His footsteps echoed across the walls of the empty hall. He continued to glance at the names above each room number, recognizing most as names of famous IS pilots or engineers. After a few minutes he reached the exit of the teachers' building, and exited, making his way to the massive school in the center of the area.

The "IS Academy" was far more than just an academy, it was more like a small city built on an artificial island. The actual school grounds were in the center of the island. They held the building in which classes were held which also had a cafeteria, five huge training arenas, an engineering center, various buildings for club activities, sports courts, and other random buildings for educational purposes.

Outside of the school grounds were the teacher and student dormitories, which were four large buildings of just apartments for the teachers and each year of students respectively. Even though there were significantly fewer teachers than students, the teachers building was still almost as large as the student buildings due to their dorm sizes.

Farthest from the center of the island were buildings dedicated to entertainment for the students and teachers. All of the buildings solely for the teachers, such as a bar, a private lounge, or private training areas for teachers, were in their own section. However, most of the buildings such as movie theaters, restaurants, fitness centers, etcetera, were open to all in the Academy.

There were thousands of people in the IS Academy, whether students, teachers, or other faculty, and the world wanted to make sure their every need was accommodated for. It was also funded by every nation in the world, meaning it had near endless funding, so money was not an issue.

Ichika had entered the 1st year building and made his way to classroom 1-1. He slid open the door and entered to find the room devoid of life. There were rows of empty seats, in front of which was a teacher's desk and stand. The wall opposite the entrance door was made completely out of windows. A large holographic screen was behind the stand, currently blank. He approached the window and took in the view of the surrounding Academy. The sound of the door opening drew his attention and his hand slid under the torso of his suit, grabbing onto a thin knife.

"Eh… E-Excuse me, who are you?" A nervous voice asked. My co-teacher, I'd wager.

He slid the knife back into its pocket and turned around. Honestly, Ichika almost would have mistaken her for a student. She had a petite frame and was dressed in clothes that didn't match her body in the slightest. Her two most striking features being her olive green eyes and… noticeable assets.

*gasp* He heard her sharp intake of air as she instantly recognized him. "Y-you… you're-" She began stammering.

"Hello. My name is Ichika Orimura. Please, just call me Ichika." He saved her from stammering herself to death and bowed at a perfect 45 degrees.

"Ahhhh…" She was only staring at him.

"Are you quite alright?" He pushed.

"Me? Oh- ah… yes I'm fine, thanks." Whether she was blushing from embarrassment or infatuation, he couldn't tell… maybe both… probably both… definitely both.

"Ah. I um… Orimura-san…" She cleared her throat. "Ichika-kun, it… ah… is an honor to meet you. AH!" She mentally scolded herself, he had introduced himself and she had been so star struck she hadn't introduced herself. "M-My name is Maya Yamada, nice to meet you. And ah, please call me Maya too." She took a low bow.

"Well Maya, I suppose we shall see if it was a nice meeting."

Something clicked in her head. "Erm… why are you here? No! I-I mean, not that you aren't welcome here! I've heard of your ability to pilot an IS. I mean everyone has heard of your ability to pilot an IS, obviously. I was just ah… I mean are you going to be my student? A student! Are you going to be a student."

"No I am not a student. As you well know the principle of this Academy has retired.-" Maya nodded. "-Your former co-teacher, which just so happens to be my sister Chifuyu Orimura, was promoted to the position, leaving her teaching job vacant. After my "coming back from the dead", I was asked to fill in the job. After due consideration, I accepted the job."

"..." Maya had no response. Ichika was easily the most famous man in the world, if not the most famous person. Sure he was young but his achievements would be impossible to list. If you had to list how many people were fans of his, it was probably a solid half of the entire human population, probably more. She didn't know how to react to the fact that the person she had a poster of in her room at home had appeared in her class and claimed he would be her coworker for an indefinite amount of time.

"Maya." She broke out of her thoughts and realized Ichika had approached her to check if she was alright. She turned a much deeper shade of red and backed up. "Ahh…"

"Maya, class will begin in around an hour, I have read the syllabus of what material we must cover over the year and have made a lesson plan, unless you have already made one."

"Ahh...no." No matter how hard she tried she couldn't break herself out of her embarrassed and star struck attitude.

"Well then, I will set it up then, what shall you do Maya?" She panicked. She had been a teacher for a few years now, and Ichika was just starting. She should be the one leading the way for him, but instead he was taking the reins completely. She was going to make a lesson plan during the time till class began, but Ichika had made one and now she had no idea what to do.

"I-I guess I'll help you set up."

"That is very kind of you." She was trying very hard not to blush. She was failing spectacularly.

"Ah… right."

[8:25 a.m.]

The two teachers had finished preparation for their lesson plan. Maya had attempted to converse with Ichika, but always found herself stuttering before she could formulate a proper question to start a conversation. Her efforts were interrupted as the first warning bell rang for school and students started to pour in, all of which took a long look at Ichika before finding their seats and continuing to stare at him.

Maya had taken the position of standing behind the podium, while Ichika sat at the teachers desk in the corner of the room, wanting to allow Maya her chance to take charge of the class.

Madoka was one of the first people to enter the room and had a smile on her face ever since she saw Ichika sitting at the desk.

A few more minutes passed and the bell rang, Maya looked at Ichika and he gave a small nod.

"Everyone is here right?" Madoka nodded, being the only one not staring at Ichika. "Then let's start the SHR." Their teacher who had introduced herself as Maya Yamada said. "Erm… let's… start with the self-introductions."

She seems to have so little confidence, but why? Her records indicate she was an admirable pilot and becoming a teacher at this academy is an achievement in and of itself. He thought to himself as people began to introduce themselves. The constant staring was becoming unbearable, his right hand was beginning to tremor from being in a room with so many people, but he covered it up by slipping it into his pockets.

"Orimura Madoka-san." Yamada-sensei said, gaining no reaction from Madoka who was pouting at all the girls staring at her brother. Maya, you are acting in far too nervous a manor, first impressions are important and they must know who is in charge now or you will have a hard time gaining their respect.

"Orimura Madoka-san." She paused and waited for someone to stand, but no one did. Ichika turned his head to see a pouting Madoka staring at him.

"ORIMURA MADOKA-SAN?" Yamada-sensei repeated louder, Madoka continued to stare at Ichika, seemingly lost in thought.

"Orimura-san." Ichika stated, putting a slight strain on his normally soft tone.

Madoka broke out of her thoughts and shot up from her desk. "HERE!" She shouted embarrassingly loud, gaining many giggles from the rest of the class. She cringed and looked around awkwardly.

Ichika cleared his throat while looking accusingly at Madoka.

"Oh, right!" Madoka stood up in her seat. "My name is Madoka Orimura, younger sister of Ichika!" She said in a giddy yet territorial voice while smiling. That really shouldn't be the first thing you say about yourself, but I am happy you think so highly of me. He thought to himself.

Madoka sat down and Maya continued through the list, occasionally having to repeat herself to break a students stare at Ichika. However she was interrupted as a voice spoke up from the middle of the desks.

"Excuse me. Why exactly is he here?" A student with blonde princess curls pointed accusingly to Ichika. He sighed, knowing he was the elephant in the room.

"Ah… well…" Maya turned back to Ichika for help, he stood up and approached the middle of the podium.

"Hello everyone, my name is Orimura Ichika. Myself as well as Yamada-sensei will be your teachers for your first year at this academy. I will be teaching you the theoretical portions of the curriculum as well as the parts that have to do with IS engineering while Yamada-sensei will be teaching the more practical portions. I expect all of you to put a significant amount of effort into your studies. To those who don't understand, I will teach until you do. Do not hesitate to ask questions, no matter how foolish you think asking them will make you look. Remember, those who ask questions will fill the gap in knowledge they lacked, while those who did not will retain that gap in knowledge indefinitely. You do not have to like the way I teach nor do you have to like me personally, however you must do what I say or there will be consequences. Furthermore, I am not going to be an easy teacher to have, I will say that right now. You will have to work longer than every other class, study harder, and practice more. But… when you graduate this year I guarantee you will already be some of the greatest students this academy has ever had. Is this all understood?"

"KYAA?! It's the real Orimura-sama himself!"

"I love you!"

"I would gladly die for you Orimura-sama!"

"Ah~ great. I really wanted to switch him over."

That will get old quickly… on second thought, it already did. Ichika covered part of his face with his left hand and began to stroke his forehead while sighing.

"Regardless of whatever…opinions… you have already gained about me. I will be one of your teachers for this year, and I do expect all of what I said when I introduced myself to be taken seriously. So I will repeat myself, am I understood?" Most of the girls still looked gidy, but most nodded.

"This is unexceptable!" The same blond voice spoke up, the girl stood up and walked to the front of the class, standing in front of Ichika's desk. "Our teachers should be chosen strictly based upon skill, not fame. He only first demonstrated his ability to pilot an IS a week ago and is our age! He cannot possibly be qualified for this position, and having a male for our teacher is disgraceful! Do you expect me, Cecelia Alcott, to endure this-" She gestured to Ichika. "-embarrassment for an entire year?" The class, including Maya, all looked stunned at the students' rudeness.

Ichika remained seated with his calm demeanor. He maintained a chilling eye contact with the girl.

"Alcott-san." Maya spoke up. "Ah… I assure you all teachers of this academy are all required to demonstrate their skill, and while Orimura-sensei was personally asked to teach here, a demonstration of his skills was necessary. In fact, I was assigned to test his skills, and his performance was more than admirable."

"You expect me to believe that in the couple of weeks he claims to have had before he was tested on his IS piloting skill, that he-" She once again gestured to Ichika with disgust. "-became capable enough to put up a fight against an actual teacher of this academy." Madoka looked furious.

"... If you must now Alcott-san. In my and Orimura-sensei's duel to test his skill, he was in fact victorious." Maya stated. The class, who had intently been listening to the conversation, were all looking at Ichika in shock. However Cecelia had an incredibly doubtful look on her face. Madoka now held a smug expression on her face.

"..."

"..."

"P-please. He could not have possibly-"

"Alcott-san." Ichika finally ended his reign of silence and spoke up. "While I do assure you the truth of Yamada-sensei's statement, I believe enough class time has been wasted already. We need to move on."

Cecelia huffed, but took her seat.

"Before we continue with the descriptions of basic equipment you'll be using… this class must select a representative. They will be the one that competes in the interclass tournaments. They will, by name, be the class's representative and head, with all the accompanying responsibilities as well as a few benefits." Ichika explained. "You may recommend yourself or anyone else."

Mumbling spread throughout the class, Ichika simply ignored them as he continued to make notes in his school books, though he wasn't writing notes, just correcting any tiny errors he found in the school book.

"I recommend Orimura-chan." Yes, Madoka would be the logical choice. Representative Candidate, good attitude and a people person, above average intelligence.

"I second that!"

Maya spoke up. "Then it is decided, the class representative will be-"

"Hold on a moment! I refuse to acknowledge this outcome." Not her, again. Many people rolled their eyes as Cecelia once again interrupted the flow of class.

"She has been hardly paying attention to the lesson the entire time, she would make a poor example and representative, and having her for our representative would be shameful!"

*sigh* "Very well, Alcott-san. I assume you are recommending yourself for the position.

"Yes, I am." She replied. She does have confidence, which is good for a leader. However, her greatest strength is also her greatest weakness. She is a textbook narcissist.

"After all I am a representative candidate and the only student to defeat an instructor in the entrance exam. She bragged. Madoka smirked.

"Actually, I defeated an instructor as well." Madoka spoke up, pointing an accusing finger at her. This could be interesting.

"Eh?"

"I defeated an instructor in the entrance exam." She repeated.

"What?! They told me I was the only student to defeat an instructor!" Cecelia looked taken aback.

Madoka laughed. "Maybe they did that so they wouldn't damage your oh so fragile pride." Many girls giggled, Cecelia went red faced.

Yamada-sensei had a worried face as if trying to figure out what to do, Ichika continued to sit calmly, once again clearing his throat to gain the class's attention.

"Well then. As we have two candidates for class representative I believe we could have a duel to decide, is that acceptable?" Cecelia and Madoka nodded.

"Very well. You two shall duel next Monday after school, is this agreeable?"

Both girls once again nodded in approval.

[3:15 p.m.]

Class continued like nothing had happened. The last class went along slowly, extremely slowly in his opinion, but time passed and Ichika eventually found himself in front of Madoka's dorm with her standing next to him. She had approached him for tips on the duel, which he had given, though he wouldn't tell her anything he wouldn't tell any other student. She questioned what he would be doing and he informed her he would primarily be practicing IS piloting this week.

With a goodbye, Madoka entered her dorm and Ichika began walking to the teachers private practicing arenas. He had hardly started on building his personal IS and knew that as of now if he was forced to fight it would be in an Uchigane or Rapheal Revive.

He walked through the bustling halls as the girls continued to create a huge path for him to walk in. None had approached him and only Madoka and Cecelia had actually talked to him. If you could call Cecelia's insulting "talking". One girl waved at him as he passed, he waved back to her surprise.

After a few minutes of walking he reached an IS storage building. He grabbed an unactivated Uchigane, which was in the form of a bracelet, and slid it onto his right wrist. Taking a few more minutes to find his destination he finally found himself in one of the teachers practice arenas.

[10:30 p.m.]

Ichika's clothes were drenched in a thick layer of sweat. His white T-shirt was almost completely see through, but with the tint you couldn't see any of the scars, only the deep definitions of muscle. He had trained for around five hours solely on IS piloting, then went to the Academy gym.

A sound of a gunshot resonated through the near empty gym each time he hit the punching bag in front of him. The few occupants of the gym had been staring at Ichika ever since he entered, which had now been around two hours. He hit the bag so fast it was difficult to distinguish the sounds of his punches. A metallic snap could be heard as the chain of the punching bag cracked as the weight of the bag swung around. He wound the last punch, which whizzed through the air as the bag swung back towards him.

Slam! A small but sharp tingle of pain shot through his hand as it stopped instantly.

His gaze wandered from the hand that had caught his punch to the woman it was attached to.

"Chifuyu-nee." Ichika instinctually said. "Orimura-san." He corrected himself, she was ever so particular about those things.

Chifuyu was dressed as professionally as possible, that was quite clear. Tall heels that made her even more intimidating than she already would've been. A formal white shirt with a black business overcoat and matching skirt. A green tie, tied so tightly around her neck he was surprised she could breath. Black high heels with a pair of stockings covering her legs.

"It is fine, Ichika." Her face was not the incredibly fierce principle, but a nigh blank face of calmness. "School has been out of session for hours…. you don't need to refer to me as your superior."

"What's with the get-up then? Schools out of session and you're still wearing enough black to be one of those "Goth Girlfriends" you see in memes…." Ichika gave a small mischievous smirk, which he had picked up from his sisters. Chifuyu was not as amused, maybe even slightly embarrassed.

"We need to talk." That set off alarms, a lot of alarms. He moved aside, and began hitting another punching bag.

"Well then?" Ichika pushed for her to begin the conversation.

*sigh* "Where have you been Ichika?" He stopped hitting the bag out of respect for her, paying full attention to conversing with her.

He shook his head. "I've been training in the Gym for about two hours now."

"No." She shook her head. "I mean where have you been? You haven't been home in weeks."

"I go home almost every day."

"No." She shook her head again. "Home, Ichika. You haven't gone home since I got out of hospice. Madoka said you only even went into the house once. You haven't visited. You hardly text or talk to any of us." Ichika froze, caught off guard.

"I….I've been busy. I need to buil-" "Ichika." She grabbed a hold of his shoulders.

"You have bags under your eyes…. you know that? You look worse than when you got out of the hospital. I know you don't want to live in our house, and I know why, Madoka already told me what you told her. I don't care about that. I care about us not seeing you."

"..."

"...I know you are rushing yourself because you want to get back at the terrorists who kidnapped us. Who tortured you. But Ichika…what is the point of you escaping that prison if you're just going to do Phantom Task's job for them? You're working yourself to death. I've taught you a lot about life and this may be the last thing I have to teach."

She pulled his face close and made him look deep into her eyes. "

"There is no point in surviving if you're not living."

She let go of him, and gave him a rare love filled smile. Bright, wide, and shining teeth, oh how he enjoyed that smile.

"And I know you're clever enough to know what that means." With a turn, Chifuyu began to walk away.

"What about you then?" She stopped at Ichika's question, turning to face him.

She turned around. "Hmmm?"

"What about you? You work yourself just as hard as I have been, except you've been doing it for years. You bottle up your emotions and then drink from an actual bottle. Madoka said you only come home a few times a month, and never for long. Tabane hasn't seen you for almost a year, besides when you were in the hospital."

"..." An expression of surprise surfaced on Chifuyus face for a second, before she wiped it off.

"What about you, Chifuyu?" He pushed.

"...I….I will try-" "You will." "-I...will...do my best…. to stop." She conceded. This may have been the only time in his life he saw Chifuyu look awkward. She was moving her hands around awkwardly, clearly not knowing what to do with them.

"That is all I ask, Chifuyu." Ichika gave her a small smile.

"How about a bet, then?" He spoke up once again.

"Hmmm?"

"A bet. You would give the slightest effort if I asked, but I know you, you'll actually try if there is something on the line." He extended his right hand. "I will stop overworking myself and take care of my health. In exchange you will stop overworking yourself as well, and work on your drinking." Her eyes widened slightly. She tilted her head and looked with calculating eyes at his extended hand.

"You want to bet on our serious addictions to work and alcohol?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well….if you don't want to take the-" "Of course I want the goddamn bet." She shook his hand harshly, while she tried to kill him with her eyes. She turned to walk away and finally end their interaction.

"Stakes?" Ichika asked, knowing she tried to avoid it.

"Fuck you." She continued to walk away.

"Are those the stakes?" He pushed with a smirk on his face. She stopped, flustered, before she continued walking away.

"Go to hell."

"How about a million dollars?" She stopped and turned around, once again defeated in ending their interaction.

*sigh* "I don't have a million dollars, Ichika."

"Guess you'll just have to win the bet then, won't you?" With that, he walked out of the Gym, leaving a slightly annoyed Chifuyu in his place.

With a scan of his security badge he entered the teachers dorms, which was now busy with teachers, most of which were early twenty somethings. The dozens of groups talking to each other immediately fell silent, all occupants of the building turned their attention to the young man. He could've swore he heard a record scratch. Ignoring the onlookers he headed straight towards his room, scanning his identification and entering the room, smoothly closing the door behind him.

A/N: Here we are, finally. Canon timeline. Things will obviously be different, but the major changes will be later in the timeline.

I liked the interaction between Ichika and Chifuyu. Both a serious and funny conversation. No I'm not shipping Ichika and Chifuyu, I have no plans for a romance in this story. They're close to each other and like any pair of friends/siblings, mess with each other.

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Just Some Guy: I don't have any plans for a romance, but if I do add one it will not be harem. And no he wouldn't put up with anyones shit, not even his own.