2.Hikigaya Hachiman in His New Class
After a speech and a series of classical ceremonies that could only be described as repetitive, the entrance ceremony ended and all the students dispersed.
I turned around to see Yukinoshita standing alone, waiting for me.
"Hikigaya-kun, shall we go?"
"Sure."
We set off at a slightly quick pace toward our classroom. I was amazed by the school's design—it resembled schools meant for the wealthy. However, there were still cameras everywhere. This was truly annoying. Is the school really that concerned about student safety?
We took a path through the campus and finally arrived at our classroom, from which loud shouting was pouring out.
"What? Introduce ourselves? Are we children? Don't mess with me!"
It seemed like an argument. I quickly entered and found a red-haired boy—I thought I had seen him before.
He was kicking a desk with his foot, showing no respect at all.
The overall atmosphere of the classroom was completely disorganized, with random conversations everywhere. I could understand that—it was the excitement of young people at the start of a new year. But why was that large blond guy looking into a mirror with his foot on a desk? Are you at home?
"Oh, welcome. It seems you're a little late, but no problem."
Suddenly, a boy with a neat appearance and an elegant face approached us, wearing a warm smile. A familiar aura radiated from him, yet I couldn't remember where I had seen it before.
"Sorry, it took us some time to find the classroom."
Yukinoshita said, bowing her head slightly.
What was this? We hadn't done anything wrong. Things like this happen on the first day, right?
"No problem. Why don't you take your seats?"
"Okay."
Suddenly, I felt a strange chill. My instincts were warning me of some kind of danger. I usually only feel this way when I'm being chased by bullies back in middle school.
I glanced toward the corner of the classroom and saw a face devoid of any expression, with eyes empty of emotion. Even though it was just a brief glance, all I saw in those eyes was coldness. My instincts told me to stay away from that boy sitting in the back row near the window. He was truly unsettling.
I turned around and saw that Yukinoshita had already taken a seat in the row in front of me. It seemed she liked that spot, leaving the remaining seat for me.
Behind me, near the aisle, were three seats. Their owners looked like troublemakers. How did I know?
In the back sat a red-haired boy, radiating a sense of arrogance and false confidence.
I sat down, but my mind was still fixated on that face. I turned away, pretending not to draw any attention—one of my 108 special skills is observing people. Yes, especially catching their flaws.
There was a boy with brown hair styled in a trendy way, resting his head on his chin. At first glance, he looked half-asleep or lost in thought, but if you paid close attention, you'd realize he was carefully observing exactly what he was waiting for.
The sound of heels entering the classroom cut through my scattered thoughts.
The owner of that sound was a tall woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail, emitting a familiar aura. This time, I recognized it.
Wasn't this Hiratsuka-sensei? No—no, no.
Hiratsuka-sensei used to give off a gentle impression, but now I felt nothing but discomfort. With her elegant suit and skirt, she gave off nothing but an air of strictness.
"Good morning, students. My name is Chabashira Sae, and I am your homeroom teacher for Class 1-D."
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