"A new life full of hope and encounters... has it been stained with dust on the very first day of school?"
In the front row of the auditorium, Miyazawa Yu rested his head on his hand and gazed at the cherry blossoms dancing outside the window. His eyes were gentle, revealing a hint of resignation.
Combined with his muscular physique, it created a sense of rugged tenderness.
However, the serious-looking officer in the hat was not impressed by this beautiful scene. "Mm-hmm! I've written everything down. Do you have anything else to say?"
"...Sir! Please, spare me! I'm really not a dangerous person!"
His facade shattered instantly. Miyazawa Yu slammed his head on the table and desperately pleaded his case.
He had no idea that his bodybuilding poses would go viral on the school's online forums so quickly. Not long after he found a place to hide in the auditorium, the campus police team came knocking.
Fortunately, the officer in front of him seemed kind and didn't seem to want to arrest him directly.
This gave Miyazawa Yu an opportunity to continue his sophistry (crossed out) explanation.
"Hmm... I have a rough understanding of the situation. Since you say you're not a bad person, why don't you take off the mask first?"
The campus police officer put away his pen and paper, having generally figured out the young man in front of him.
Although Miyazawa Yu looked menacing with all his muscles, his personality was goofy and unreliable. He was probably not a bad person.
But even so, doing bodybuilding poses while naked on campus was just too abstract.
He had to record this incident just in case the boy did something even more outrageous later on.
"...That's not necessary, is it?"
Miyazawa Yu's heart immediately jumped. Taking off the mask was impossible! Never in his life!
With the mask on, only Iori Kitahara's name and his own physique would be famous. But if he took off the mask, he could kiss his face goodbye.
Moreover, judging by how quickly the campus police showed up, the name "Iori Kitahara" was definitely trending on the school forum. Revealing his face would be no different from having his identity completely exposed.
"What do you mean, 'not necessary'! If you don't cooperate, I'll have to take you to the campus police office to register your identity!"
Unfortunately, Miyazawa Yu's suggestion was predictably denied. The police officer even reached out to try to take off the mask himself.
But as he pulled on the mask with all his might, the system item's code activated, and no matter how hard he pulled, the mask wouldn't budge an inch.
"Hmm? How is that possible? Did you glue it to your face?"
"...The Luchador, the Luchador never takes off his mask!"
He stiffened his neck, holding his ground. He figured he was damned either way, so Miyazawa Yu just crossed his arms and sat up straight like a stubborn old mule.
Coincidentally, the number of students in the auditorium had increased, and the professor was already on the podium. The police officer couldn't be too forceful either.
After greeting the professor, he simply sat down next to Miyazawa Yu to catch his breath, a look of "I'm not done with you yet" burning in his eyes.
"Wow! It's Iori Kitahara! I thought the photos on the school forum were photoshopped! I can't believe it's real!"
"I know, right! He looks even more exaggerated in person than in the photos. How do you even get a physique like that?"
In the two rows behind Miyazawa Yu, a few girls who had just taken their seats couldn't help but exclaim in surprise at the "muscle-head" in front of them. They then began whispering to each other.
Normally, the auditorium was so noisy that Miyazawa Yu, even though they were so close, wouldn't have noticed he was being talked about.
But in the back row of the auditorium, the lonely Iori Kitahara, who was as jumpy as a startled bird, had a huge exclamation mark appear over his head.
"It's over! I've been recognized! How did it happen so fast! And what do they mean by 'physique'? Are they talking about..."
He looked down at the bulge in his boxer briefs, and a look of terror gradually crept into his eyes.
'Are all college students this perverted? The first thing they noticed wasn't that I was sleeping naked, but my ample endowments?!'
'But... it kind of feels nice.'
Mistaking their comments as a compliment about his size, Iori Kitahara felt a little giddy.
But after he came to his senses, he opened his phone and logged into the school forum. He typed his name into the search bar to see how badly his reputation had been slandered.
"Hyaaah! I am Iori Kitahara! You all better remember that!"
The phone's speaker emitted a philosophical sound. Looking at the muscular guy on the screen striking a crab pose to show off his pecs, Iori Kitahara was dazed for a moment.
'Is that thing even human?'
No! The key issue was that this muscular bro was posing as him!
The veins on the back of his hand, which was clutching his phone, popped. Iori Kitahara's eyes were now in a transformed, black-and-red state like a giant.
Even if the voice from the phone was ground to dust, mixed into cement, and used to build a coffin, he wouldn't mistake it. It was definitely that bastard Miyazawa Yu's voice!
No wonder he couldn't find him when he woke up. He had used his name and then run away! He was completely heartless!
"That guy is a freshman too! He must be in the auditorium! Let me find him... Found him!"
He stood up with a growl, his canines bared. Iori Kitahara was like a hungry wolf stalking a flock of sheep.
Without much effort, the masked Luchador in the front row came into his view.
Just as he was about to go up and confront this bastard, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a familiar dark blue.
He sat back down with a thud, and his eyes instantly became obedient.
If he hadn't seen wrong, the blue hat belonged to a campus police officer. In his current state, if he went up to duel Miyazawa Yu, the only outcome would be a one-day trip to the lockup for both of them.
As the saying goes, 'A man who is impatient for a small gain will ruin a great plan.' From the looks of it, Miyazawa Yu was being targeted by the campus police and would probably not have a good time. It was better for him not to get involved!
"That's the guy who passed out in front of the auditorium..."
"Yeah, he's not as good as that performance artist, Iori Kitahara. He looks like a bean sprout, but he still had the guts to come out. It's so embarrassing."
"Unbelievable, and he's a freshman too!"
However, this was not the time for Iori Kitahara to lay low.
Although Miyazawa Yu's muscular body was definitely eye-catching, many people were also paying attention to the other naked man, who, in comparison, was as skinny as a stick.
Iori Kitahara's sitting down and standing up acted like an open invitation for people to talk. Many of them began to frown and whispered about this pure idiot who had nothing going for him.
"Damn it! How can they be so biased!"
He slammed the desk in frustration. Miyazawa Yu was also naked, and he was even covering himself up, not manly at all!
And yet, he was the only one getting roasted. This wasn't fair!
The fire of revenge ignited in his eyes. Iori Kitahara raised his head abruptly. Since Miyazawa Yu made the first move, he wouldn't hold back either!
"Hey, hey! Look at that guy without clothes in the back. I think his name is Miyazawa Yu! He looks so stupid!"
"Just an idiot~ You should look at that other guy, he's so cool, isn't he!"
He heard his name from behind him. Miyazawa Yu, who was thinking about how to escape the police officer's clutches, didn't react at first.
When he realized he hadn't heard wrong, he looked back. He saw that in the back row by the window, that bastard Iori Kitahara was sitting perfectly straight, completely naked. The only things covering his body were his boxer briefs and a piece of paper on his face.
On the paper, a large line was written with a red marker—"I am Miyazawa Yu! (Dog emoji)"
"That bastard!"
Completely unaware that he was the one who had started this prank war, Miyazawa Yu's fiery gaze met Iori's in mid-air, and a burst of imaginary sparks exploded from the collision of their incredible energies.
But the professor was still giving his speech, so even though the two of them had intentions of fighting, neither dared to act on it.
Helpless, unable to do anything to each other, the two of them rolled their eyes in unison.
At the same time, they both looked toward the other side, where the girls were exclaiming that there was a handsome guy, curious to see who among the freshmen could be on par with them.
In the back row, by the window, they saw another lonely, yellow-haired guy with a melancholy aura sitting there.
Just as the girls had said, though he was a little bit below their standard, this yellow-haired guy was indeed the best-looking one in the auditorium.
But why was someone like him also all alone?
With this question in mind, Miyazawa Yu slowly lowered his gaze and finally saw the full picture of the melancholy yellow-haired guy.
This guy was wearing a T-shirt with a huge anime girl's face on it!
At this moment, the yellow-haired guy seemed to have sensed something and turned slightly. The gazes of the three of them fiercely clashed in the air.
'The two people you absolutely do not want to be associated with!'
They all gave a knowing, disdainful sneer. The three men, occupying three different corners of the room, had a silent agreement. They turned their heads and narrowed their eyes in their respective directions, a classic expression of contempt on each of their faces.