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"This is my first day at school—
Yeah, as the new kid, obviously."
Taka muttered to himself as he walked toward the gates of his new school.
He'd left a bit late on purpose—because, well, isn't it kinda expected that new students show up late on their first day?
Swear to God, I’ve never transferred schools before. This is my first time.
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“Heii, what the hell?”
He raised a brow, baffled by the sight of several students casually smoking right outside the school gates.
Wait, isn’t this supposed to be one of the best schools in Tokyo?
Why are there literal delinquents hanging out here?
"...Whatever. Not my problem. I’m already late anyway."
He rushed in, gripping the straps of his backpack with both hands like his life depended on it.
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Now he was in the teacher’s office. Because, duh. New student.
He needed help. He didn’t even know where his class was.
“Takahiro-kun?” the teacher greeted him with an overly sweet smile.
“I’m your homeroom teacher. I’ll take you to your class—You’re going to be in 11.6.”
Taka just nodded with the awkward smile of a kid trying way too hard not to look like an idiot.
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So now he was being escorted by his "homeroom teacher"—was that what they were called?—to his classroom.
And oh god.
Introduction time.
Why do I have to do this? Seriously. The teacher could just introduce me instead. Say my name and move on. Is that so hard? Damn it.
He took a quick glance around the classroom.
It was definitely bigger. And way nicer than his last school.
Well, duh. Expensive schools wouldn’t have crappy classrooms, obviously.
The place was super neat. The students looked like straight-A nerds. Probably just an illusion though. Taka didn’t know any of them yet.
Maybe that’s why it’s so clean. All fake-good kids.
Look at those bookshelves—so organized. Who even reads that much? Bookworms? Ugh, I’m smart, but I’m not into reading like that. Hahaha.
Wait—
Why are they all staring at me like that?
Are they waiting for me to introduce myself, or do I just look ridiculously cool and cute? I can’t tell.
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“Uhmm,” Taka finally spoke, “My name’s Moriuchi Takahiro. I’m from Shibuya. You can call me Taka. Nice to meet you all!”
He forced a smile, already cringing inside.
And then—he noticed someone.
A guy. Sitting in the back right corner of the classroom.
Staring at him with that blank, slightly bored but somehow interested expression.
The freakiest part?
His eyes followed Taka’s every move.
Wait… is he the same guy I saw at the front gate earlier?
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“Alright!” the teacher clapped cheerfully—so bright Taka felt like he needed sunglasses.
“Let’s welcome our new friend!”
Cue the applause.
The class clapped and cheered like he’d just won an Oscar or something.
“You can sit there, Takahiro-kun!” the teacher said, pointing toward the very seat Taka absolutely did not want.
“Great…” he mumbled as he dragged himself to the seat.
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Why. Why did it have to be next to the creepy guy from earlier?!
God. Dammit. I need to find someone to switch seats with later.
As he walked past the rows, he noticed the girls in the class were giving him that look.
The look that screamed “Oh my god he’s cute”.
Some of them were literally giggling.
Wow. Calm down, ladies. I'm not a prize or anything.
Taka smiled—his best, fakest, most painfully sweet smile ever.
Not too bad, I guess. Could be worse.
After all, he was a top student.
Only high-achieving kids got accepted into this school.
And he was one of them.
Taka nodded to himself, satisfied with the reminder of his own greatness.
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He sat down and dropped his stuff—just a backpack—on the desk.
Pulled out a few pens and tried to look busy.
The author of this story (who’s clearly still a beginner) wanted Taka to experience some hardship.
Of course.
The guy next to him?
Still staring.
Openly.
Unapologetically.
Hostilely.
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“So you’re new, huh, Takahiro-kun?”