And so the shitfest continues...

Well, can't really argue with the results of putting out a story like this. 85 views isn't too... atrocious. It did better than all the other ones though so that's a thing.

And I will admit the first chapter was draggy, boring, over-the-top and awkward but I will try to improve my craft however I can.

So long as there is at least one reader out there willing to go through this bullshit, I will gladly keep writing.

Let the Not-Gay festival commence!


Living in the countryside meant needing to cope with many things. Intense climate, rocky pathways and the ear-shattering noise of the cicadas in the summer. However, it did have its fair share of benefits, namely the fresh air, peaceful community, quiet mornings and, above all, the uncrowded streets. And, despite the troubles, I live happily in that peaceful and quiet town.

However, at the state it was in, being underpopulated and small, there were things that weren't exactly maintainable. And if you don't already know, I mean the education system.

Mikan High had a great reputation for being the only school in the district whilst only having 20 students total. Yes, twenty. A total of twenty students took up the entirety of the Mikan High student body. As for the school itself, it was a fairly large school with two interconnecting buildings, both with two floors with enough rooms for over five hundred students.
Some of the teachers did tell me, at a time, the school was fairly populated. However, due to some family problems, bought-out land (which hasn't been touched in decades) and newer school programs and jobs in other places, the townspeople started moving out. And as they started to decrease, as did the students, which explains how we ended up in this state. By the first day, there were only four freshmen, including myself.

Life in Mikan was pleasant. The students were friendly to each other. There were no strangers among us seeing how very few we were. The teachers were also just as nice, only five of them teaching about six different subjects each. The silent yet lighthearted atmosphere always seems to put my mind at ease, rain or shine.

There were a total of three organizations available; the light music club, the wind instruments club and the student council. One can tell easily that, more than anything else, our school was oriented with music, mostly. Well, the students were at least.
Being the only member of the light music club, I spent my days alone in the clubroom doing almost nothing. Nevertheless, I had my peace and quiet. It was nice to have visitors come by once in a while but more than ninety percent of the time, the room was empty, containing only me, myself and I.

Of course, in the event that someone wanted to join, I practiced guitar everyday waiting for the day the club actually becomes functional.

Actually, such is the case with all the clubs. Neither have the sufficient members to do anything outside of practice. The wind instruments club couldn't do anything without more than ten members and all the seniors were busy with student council work.

But still, we hoped that one day, the school would become bigger.

That day never came.

Two months into the school year, Mikan was approached by a committee formed by the administrators of multiple schools and countryside institutions that appeared to be in the same situation as us, that is, our low student capacity.

Because multiple schools, including ours, aren't able to clear their debts and various land-use expenses, they were forced to take part in a special program, where the students from these various schools will be sent to other renowned institutions around the country. Of course, only the ones part of the program.
The committee had apparently chosen the 10 different schools with the lowest student capacities. Though Mikan didn't have the least, the news that got me most was that among the ten schools, the one that harbored the highest amount only had 60 students attending classes.
This made me quite bitter, as there are possibly other schools that could have gotten this chance but weren't given the opportunity.

But I wonder. Were we chosen because we had the lowest amount, or because we didn't have School Idols to save us? Ever since School Idol group Muse's success of saving their school through popularity, others seemed to follow suit. Though, I have to find these attempts ridiculous, as not many people would move to the far-off countryside just to be in the same school as their favorite school idols, but I applaud their efforts. And who knows, I could be completely wrong.

The program was simple- the students of each school in the 1st and 2nd year would take a test. The higher the score, the better the school. The schools that offered slots had enough for all the students in the Top 10 altogether, excluding seniors, which was nice of them.

But, that wasn't really enough to sway the depressed hearts of Mikan.

Despite all the big names the committee waved at our faces, all of us had agreed to wing the test. If there was anything Mikan was known for it was being the lousiest bunch of students in the country, and we took pride in such a title. Smart or not, we were all equally alike so we agreed to let this one final test's results allow Mikan's name to go down in history.

Unfortunately for us, the test was ultimately easy. We all moaned about how basic it was, and this is many thanks to all the extra study our teachers gave us. Though I was happy, I would have been happier with the original outcome, with all of us flunking. But in the end, we all went home with smiles, except I felt a little bad for hoping we all failed.

However, that was the least of my worries.

The following month, we all received letters of our scores and sure enough, we all passed with flying colors. The first thing we did? Like any group of friends after a test, we all compared scores. It was surprising that most of us made it to the top 50s and not too many of us seemed surprised, to say the least.

Along with the score, each student had either a transfer or a scholarship letter. Transfer letters were for the ones who scored below the Top 15, who would be transferred to different public high schools around the area, all costs covered save for the tuition fee. Scholarships were an entirely different deal. We're talking about free passage into elite private schools, the ones that gave parents a run for their money (literally). There were no transportation costs to be covered as the private schools listed all had dorms within or near the actual institution so all they really had to do was move. Anyone able to get to a school like that is sure to have been endowed with unbelievable luck.

If that were so, then God has thus smiled upon me...

'Greetings and Congratulations!

You, Mr. Seishirou Yazawa, have managed to score among the Top 15 students with scores rising above 94% of the total! Therefore, you have been granted a scholarship to the esteemed UTX Academy in Tokyo! There, you will be provided with a dormitory and school uniform, all costs covered of course.

More details are placed on the letter from the school itself!

Thank you for your compliance and have a good day!

Signed, ***** Academic Committee'

At first, I couldn't believe my eyes. The second time around, I think I had a heart attack.

And so... well, you know the rest. Because I conveniently had a place to stay in Tokyo, I moved in with my parents just as my sister had conveniently left the house to live with her friends. I am not lying. Everything was so perfectly placed, I think God fated me to be a student in UTX. Though this was exciting news, only two people in the school had gotten to the Top 15, and the other, a good friend of mine, was going to Kyoto. When they realized I was moving to UTX, they were all snickering and punching my gut, calling me a lucky dude. Well, I had heard about the 1:12 boy girl ratio of the school's capacity so that made me pretty happy.

What made them depressed was my moving to Tokyo.

We shed a few tears (Well, they did. I didn't see the point in tears, but I was sad) and shared a final meal together. It wasn't like I was going away forever. I told them I would visit during summer break, which gave them a bit of hope. And so, the two of us, my friend and I, left our small town and went our separate ways into wherever fate would take us.

Well, here I am.

Standing tall and mighty right before my eyes was the ever commended UTX Academy. Unlike the usual widespread model of a high school, it was a tall and wide building full of glass panes. True to the brochure, the roof was large enough to hold concerts with half a thousand spectators. The front door had a large screen playing music videos. Oh, and don't get me started at the front door. There were more entrances than there were windows in a normal classroom. Each door had panels took attendance of the students electronically, which only made me more nervous.

Oh, and here's the best part.

Every single student walking into the school were GIRLS. I couldn't find a single male anywhere and judging from the size of the student body, I find it hard to believe the ratio was 1:12. It should be way lower than that. I'm not saying no guys is a bad thing as it is a man's dream come true to be surrounded by pretty girls but I did feel lonely, almost like I'm an alien in a distant, far off world.

And that's not the end of it. All the girls that passed me by took one glance at my uniform and made strange looks which made me shiver to my toes. If I were to describe how I felt, it was like the first day of high school, except a lot more pressuring.

Mom, Dad, Nico-nee... I'm sorry I thought you spitting your drinks the other night was silly. I now see it was very justifiable.

But, if I were to make at least one remark before entering these halls, it would be-

"This place is huge..."

Is it me or did someone just take the words right out of my mouth?

Standing right next to me, a boy whose face looked dazed beyond belief, stood next to me, staring at the huge building before us. It took me a second to realize his uniform - a white blazer over a black undershirt with white slacks, the UTX uniform. I thought my eyes were deceiving me but it was what I thought it was- another male student of UTX!

The boy had messy hair and stood just as tall as me. Though he would come off as overzealous, he looked like the first one between the two of us to get a girlfriend in this place. Though, it didn't take long for him to notice me standing right next to him.

"Hm...?"

"..."

"Oh my! Another male! I'm so glad!" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me around. It's nice we were thinking the same thing but his underwhelming gesture might make me puke. "Alright! Now we can both enter the educational institute! Please, call me Natsu! Natsu Edogawa! Nice to meet you!" He put out his hand and offered a shake, which I took.

"My pleasure. What do you mean by enter?"

"Ah, you see, Sei-san, I've been standing here because I was frightened that I'd be standing out quite a little there" That's true. So we were in the same situation. I'm glad I can find someone to relate to. And on the first day, too! But there was something that was bothering me quite a bit.

"Um... Dude..."

"Yes, friend?"

"What's with the accent?" It bothered me too much not to ask him.

Silence. He twitched a bit. And then he cracked. After that, he let out a huge sigh. "Caught red handed, ain't I? Damn'd fancy ass talk'n"

Just as I thought. If someone told me I'd be going to a rich kids' school the following week, of course I'd cover all signs of being a country bumpkin.

"Well, y'see, man, country hicks don' do good in tight schools like this'n... Well, thas' what my sister taught me"

"I completely understand. See, I'm from out of town too so..."

"Huh? Really!?"

If I we were going to be the only male students in this school (which I find almost likely) then it's best that we became friends. "Name's Sei. Seishirou Yazawa"


"So you're from Nagoya?"

"A small town near Nagoya, to be clear. Nadalotta students 'round. There were, like, sev'nty of us left so the committee dog gone got us and we took the test. The next month, I was'n the Top 15 and... well, here I am. But still, 'am a bit disappoint'd I ain't the only dude in school. Woulda been a grand harem for me, hehehe"

We spent some time outside, looking at the building, since class wouldn't start in another thirty minutes. We both got drinks and just watched as more girls passed us by, going to school.

"Natsu-san-"

"Jus' Natsu's good"

"Natsu, don't you feel sad for leaving your hometown?"

"Hmm..." He tapped his drink and began to think. "A bit, yeah. Darn'd place was the best. Nadalotta us to go 'round so we mostly lived breakin' rules and stuff. I miss my friends too. Irreplaceable bunch they were" Almost like us. "Anyway, how 'bout you?"

"Same case. Really is something, to be suddenly sent to some other place out of nowhere..." After a bit of talking, I learned that Natsu was also from an undesirable school and took the test. He was one of three students to make it to UTX Academy out of the Top 15. So far, he hasn't learned that I am the little brother of a competent and popular School Idol, and I would be very happy if things remained that way. But, of course, it doesn't take too long for people to notice.

"So... Seishirou Yazawa... Hehe, it's like yer related to Nico Yazawa, havin' the same name'n all" Of course he'd know her. Who in Japan doesn't know her?

"Hehe... Pretty funny..."

After a few more minutes of small talk, we both headed inside and lined up with all the girls. From the corner of my eye, I notice two other guys which made me feel a bit more welcome. We took our IDs and had them scanned for attendance. The next thing I knew, the two of use were in the lobby, watching as tons of cute girls went ahead to the escalators and elevators going to their classrooms.

"Boy, this place's too fancy for me..."

"I get wat y'mean... I mean- I understand" It can't be helped that once within the premises, you'd want to act your best. Me, I just needed to straighten my back so I don't easily come off as a loser. Well, I am one, sort of, just not the kind society makes one out to be.

"I think we should head to our classrooms. What class are you in?" I check mine quickly, just so I have a gist of where to go if I get lost.

Class 1-D

"Class 1-B"

Huh. I had thought they'd put two test passers in the same class but I guess I was wrong. "Well, I guess this is where we part ways"

"Guesso. Hey, I'll see ya in lunch. I'll buy ya a juice box if yer up for it"

"I'll take it"


Judging from the class capacity and given ratio, I reckoned there would be at least two or three boys per class which isn't too bad, since most design colleges have the same situations. However, my case was entirely different.

Class 1-D. The classroom was huge, with about 45 students. Though I did tell myself to man up and introduce myself with a straight face, the very fact that the classroom was filled with nothing but girls made me sweat quite a bit.

"My name is Seishirou Yazawa. P-Please take care of me"

Almost immediately, I heard whispers among the students about, you guessed it, my last name. "Yazawa? Like the Idol?" "Is he related to her?" "Is he...?"

"Now, now. Settle down, class. We're all happy to have you here, Yazawa-kun" The teacher remarked. "Now please, take a seat-"

"Wait!" Out of nowhere, a student got up, raising her hand. "Y-Yazawa-san! A-Are you by any chance related to Nico Yazawa!?"

My mom always taught me that lying was a bad thing and through my years of watching various TV dramas, lying always made things worse. Now that the question's been popped in front of a couple dozen witnesses, I had no choice.

"Y-Yes, I am..."

The next thing I knew, I was flocked by large masses and uncountable questions.


And so ends the Love Live chapter without a single Muse character.

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Read on and thanks again for the support!

Hanoo, out.