I, Amasawa Ichika, am officially a first-year student at Advanced Nurturing
High School as of today. How did this happen?
Well, I happened to hear that my idol, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka—my senpai from
the White Room, revered as a god—wanted to attend this school. So, naturally,
I decided to follow him. I need to see for myself if he's the real deal.
How did I manage to get into this high school when I'm a year younger?
There are ways. According to my forged papers, I'm of age, so it's fine.
And now, here I am—in a new classroom, surrounded by my classmates in
Class 1-D. I sit in the front row while senpai is at the back. A shame, really. I
can't freely watch him during class.
"Everyone, may I have your attention for a moment?"
A student with an air of an upstanding young man raised his hand. His hair
wasn't dyed, and he had the look of an honor student. Judging by his demeanor,
he didn't seem like a delinquent.
"Starting today, we'll all be classmates," he began. "I think it would be a
good idea to introduce ourselves and get to know each other before the entrance
ceremony. What do you say?"
And just like that, everyone started introducing themselves. Nothing inter-
esting, really—though senpai's introduction was funny. I want to tease him.
Oh, it's my turn. Let's see.
"Hello I'm Amasawa Ichika. I came here for fun. I'm free and looking for a
strong man who can cook for me. Applications are open anytime!"
That should leave an impression. I glanced toward senpai, but he kept his
usual stone face, not even batting an eye. The other guys, though? They looked
flustered—one even started drooling. Gross.
Some of the girls were glaring at me like I was some kind of shameless flirt.
Well, whatever. It's only natural for a woman to look for a strong partner.
But, of course, no normal girl would say something so bold in front of her new
classmates. Then again, I'm not normal. You can't be after surviving the White
Room.
"I'm Yamauchi Haruki. I played table tennis in elementary school and was
the ace of my junior high baseball team. I was number four. Unfortunately, I
got injured during the inter-high championships, so I'm undergoing rehab now.
Nice to meet you."
What a bunch of crap. Maybe I should mess with him.
"Wow, really? You're amazing, Yamauchi-kun! I'd love to see you play
someday—once you've recovered, of course."
I smiled seductively. The girls stared at me in disbelief, and the boys? Some
started puffing their chests, trying to impress me. How pathetic.
"You're all so cool," I continued, "but I can't fall for everyone now, can I?
Hmm, maybe you should fight it out. Then I'd know the last one standing is
the best fit for me. What do you say?"
The classroom erupted into chaos. The red-haired guy—Sudo, I think—jumped
up, yelling at the others. Amusing.
"Please calm down, everyone!" A girl with short hair and a perfect student
vibe stood up. "Amasawa-san, you shouldn't say things like that."
She smiled sweetly. "My name is Kushida Kikyou. None of my friends from
junior high came here, so I'd love to make friends with all of you as soon as
possible!"
What a boomer. Still, breaking someone like her could be fun.
After the introductions, I headed to the dorms. On the way, a group of girls
from my class caught up to me.
"Hey, Amasawa-san, was that true—what you said in class?" Matsushita
asked, looking curious.
"Of course. I'm looking for a boyfriend. Is that a problem?"
"No, not at all," she said quickly. "We all want cool boyfriends, but. . . do
you really think those guys are cool? Especially Yamauchi?"
"Nah, I'm just messing with them."
The girls all sighed in relief.
"Thought so. There's no way anyone could think they're cool," said Karuizawa
Kei, the blonde girl.
"So," Satou Maya leaned in excitedly, "who caught your eye? It has to be
Hirata, right?"
"Hmmm. I think Ayanokoji-kun is more my type."
"What?! He's good-looking, sure, but he's so gloomy and weird. He's the
total opposite of you!" exclaimed Karuizawa.
"I kind of get it," Satou admitted. "He does have that mysterious aura,
but. . . wow. That's surprising."
"Well, whatever." Karuizawa huffed. "I'm going after Hirata-kun. I'll get
him by the end of the week, so stay out of my way."
"Oh, you're confident," I said, smirking.
"Of course! I can get any guy I want!"
"Then you must be pretty experienced, right?"
"N-Naturally!" she stammered. Liar.
"You're amazing, Karuizawa-san!" Satou and Matsushita cheered.
I didn't buy it.
"Here," I said, pulling a rectangular box from my pocket and tossing it
lightly to Karuizawa.
"What's this?" The girls stared at the box.
"Condoms. You'll need them."
"Whaaa—?!" She dropped it in panic. Virgin.
"Amasawa-san," Satou asked curiously, "how many boyfriends have you
had?"
"None. I'm a virgin."
I left them with that and headed to my dorm.
"She's crazy. No way!" I heard their whispers as I walked away.