In a certain classroom, during lunch break, the noise of chatter and laughter filled the air.
And while everyone was about talking to their friends, an inconspicuous red-haired student was currently at the back fixing what seemed like a broken clock.
Just barely after removing all the pieces did a student ran up to him.
"Oh, Emiya-san, if you're not busy later, could you drop by the Music Club? One of the new members broke an instrument yesterday."
Without waiting for an answer, the boy offered a hurried thanks and rushed off.
Shirou Emiya the of the red head, simply nodded. He didn't mind being treated like a convenient errand boy.
In fact, it was preferable.
After all…
[Ding!][Quest: Fix an Instrument.]
[Reward: 10 Justice Points!]
Where else would he get his points to fuel his one guilty pleasure...
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips as he flicked his eyes over the translucent interface only he could see.
[GACHA]Beginner – 5,000 ptsAdvanced – 15,000 ptsSuperior – 30,000 pts
[Current Points: 13,450]
Only 2,550 points to go. His hands moved automatically, finishing up the repair so he could go to his next work.
It had been a decade since he regained his memories, and with them came the [Justice System]—a name that sounded like it belonged to some caped crusader.
But in practice? it was closer to a [Help System] more than anything else.
Save a life? Points. Fetch someone's bag? Points. Fix a club's busted speaker? Points.
And so, unintentionally—or perhaps inevitably—he had ended up living like the man whose face and name he now bore.
To the students of this school, Shirou Emiya was 'the fake janitor' a guy you could rely on to solve problems but not someone you'd call a friend. Most people lost interest after realizing he showed no interest in anything other than helping.
At most, he was the viewed as that quiet guy who fixes things.
Of course this was all intentional on Shirou's part. Since he deliberately made himself seem as boring and mundane as possible.
He doesn't have time to bother forming any meaningful relationships around him considering the things he does every night.
"Hey, you all still remember the scandal from the broadcast last week?"
Ah.
The words pulled him from his thoughts.
"Hm? You mean about Shinomiya-san?" another student asked.
"I heard her boyfriend dropped out the same day it aired," a girl near the window said, her tone dripping with gossip.
The Broadcast.
Shirou's eyes flicked to the window, to the massive floating screen hanging high in the sky.
It had appeared without warning a few weeks ago, sending the world into chaos.
Aliens? The apocalypse? Government surveillance? Theories ran wild.
Then, one day, it simply… introduced itself.
Every day, it would pick a random person and display a slice of their life.
Past or future
Truth or filth
If you were lucky, it would just show you eating breakfast.
If not…
"I still can't believe she was actually that type of person."
"Can you blame her? Any girl would fall into depravity once she gets a taste of a good cock."
"I just feel bad for the boyfriend. I mean, could you imagine finding out your girlfriend was cheating on you via a floating 4K television in the sky… with the entire world watching?"
Although the broadcast never showed everything—perhaps to avoid looking like an 18+ channel—it always revealed just enough for viewers to understand exactly what was happening.
Most of the time, it was boring day to day scenarios, an office workers daily life in hell, a student going to school.
But sometimes, the Broadcast picked someone with a… colorful life.
Like last week.
The entire city had watched Shinomiya Natsuha, one of the prettiest girls in school, wrapped around someone who was very much not her boyfriend—Oga Masaru, a notorious playboy rumored to have bedded half the female population, teachers included.
By nightfall, both their names were trending worldwide.
What began with panic and protests had quickly become daily entertainment. People joked about it, placed bets, even turned it into drinking games.
And that was exactly what Shirou feared.
One day, it might choose him.
'Well... I shouldn't be too worried, the chance of me getting singled out by that thing is 1 in 7 billion.'
Shirou tried reassuring himself for what felt like the twentieth time today.
A sudden golden light spilled from the sky. Conversations died mid-sentence.
"Oh~! It's picking someone again!"
"Let's hope this one's juicy."
"Oh please, you just want something to fap to again."
"You bet. I still have pictures from Shinomiya's last stream."
The screen's roulette of names spun faster, faster—then began to slow down.
And when it stopped at a name-
CRACK.
Heads turned toward the back of the room, where a wide-eyed redhead sat frozen, his hand accidentally crushing the clock he was working on.
And then they all saw the reason.
Projected in golden light for the entire world to see, the screen had settled on a single name.
A name Shirou would have given anything not to see.
He closed his eyes, praying to ROOT that this was some glitch, a hallucination, a bad dream.
But when he opened them, the letters were still there-
'Damn... my E-rank luck…'
-He was screwed...
Because right now.
The name [SHIROU EMIYA] was blazing across the sky for everyone to see.
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Prologue done!
And just in case you didn't see it in the synopsis, this fic is NOT a gotta catch em all type thing.
So not every named girl that appears is gonna get fcked by our protagonist, in fact, other people might fck them instead.
Not in an NTR way of course.
Im just adding them for the story.
Anyway my plan for the story involves Heavily on [Taimanin], if you don't know what that is, you should search it up and read out it.
It's basically the sole reason i'm writing this fic in the first place.