Class F, 1st year,
The morning sun spilled through the classroom windows, casting long streaks of gold across the polished floor.
Standing at the podium, Gojo Satoru wore his trademark grin, radiating energy as though he had already downed five cups of coffee all at once.
"Minna-san~! (Everyone) How was your weekend?" he asked, clapping his hands together with dramatic enthusiasm. His voice was filled with so much vitality it almost made the walls shake.
Before anyone could reply, Gojo leaned forward conspiratorially.
"Well, in my case, I still haven't found my true love yet. Nor have I paid money to find love… But if I ever do, I promise I'll bring safety measures when spending money to buy love~"
The classroom immediately collapsed into a sea of exasperation. A sound like crows cawing filled the air as students groaned in unison. Black lines practically appeared above every head.
Spending money to find love? Teacher, we're just high school students. Where would we even get that kind of money? And why are you saying that so randomly!
But the part about finding love? Well, that one… some of them weren't about to deny the temptation.
Even while rolling their eyes, most of the students couldn't help but notice something unusual about their eccentric homeroom teacher today.
Gone was his iconic blindfold and long black coat. Instead, he wore a casual outfit and a pair of dark sunglasses.
Many had once assumed the blindfold hid terrible scars, but when he pushed his glasses up slightly, they glimpsed his eyes—brilliant, crystal blue framed by lashes as white as snow. His gaze was sharp yet dazzling, almost overwhelming. Combined with his tall figure, Gojo looked like a celebrity dropped into the middle of their classroom.
For a moment, the room fell completely silent.
And then Gojo tilted his head, lowered it bashfully, and twisted his body like a maiden in a shoujo manga.
"Oh my~, why are you children staring at me? Your teacher knows he's a devastatingly handsome man, but if you keep looking at me like that, I'll get embarrassed~"
A chorus of gagging noises erupted.
Sure enough, no matter how good-looking he was, he was still Gojo Satoru, the most infuriating Teacher, we all hate.
Clap! Clap!
"Alright, alright," he clapped his hands again, suddenly serious. "Before we begin, I've got news. We have two new classmates joining us today."
The announcement stirred immediate murmurs. Two? Everyone knew about Kitagawa Marin, who had been absent due to an accident. But who was the other?
"Kitagawa-san, Shiramawa-san, please come in!"
The classroom door slid open with a soft sound. Two girls stepped inside, and the atmosphere shifted instantly.
The first was a blonde with stylish hair and an easy smile, her confidence shining in every movement. She was vibrant, fashionable—her very presence pulled eyes toward her.
The second had silver-white hair that shimmered softly in the sunlight, her delicate features so refined that she looked like a porcelain doll. Her aura was calm, almost noble, with a hint of foreign refinement.
Boys in the class nearly choked on their own excitement.
'Are these girls really our classmates?'
The two walked to the board, accepted the chalk from Gojo, and neatly wrote their names.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Kitagawa Marin," the blonde said with a warm, cheerful smile. "I was hospitalized for a while due to an accident, so I couldn't meet you sooner. I'm glad to finally be here, so please take care of me this year!"
Her charm was undeniable. A few girls already seemed drawn to her energy, while the boys clapped with suspiciously loud enthusiasm.
Next, the silver-haired girl introduced herself with a calm, gentle voice. "My name is Shirakawa Shiroha. I've just returned from abroad and transferred to Subo High. I hope we can get along."
Her soft tone and refined presence made several boys nearly fall out of their seats.
Gojo tilted his head, rubbing his chin. Hmm… Is it just me, or does she give off the vibe of someone cosplaying a mysterious noble? Maybe she's hiding some kind of cursed item?
The thought made him smirk, but he let it pass.
Clapping loudly, Gojo beamed at them.
"Wonderful introductions! Now, the extremely handsome Gojo-sensei will assign your seats."
At once, chaos broke out among the boys.
"Gojo-sensei, let them sit next to me!" one shouted.
"No way, there's space by me too!" another argued.
"You idiots! I sit next to you—there's no free seat there!"
The noise only grew louder, until Gojo raised his hand. Instantly, silence.
"Enough. You wolves can calm down. Kitagawa-san, Natsukawa-san, you'll sit in front of Misaki-san."
His finger pointed toward the window side of the classroom. In the back sat Mei Misaki, her expression distant, as if she hadn't heard a word of the chaos. She stared out the window, detached from the classroom noise.
The boys slumped in disappointment. Sitting near Mei Misaki—who carried an aura of cold distance—wasn't their dream placement.
But Kitagawa and Natsukawa nodded politely. "Understood, Gojo-sensei."
They carried their bags and settled in front of Misaki. Marin leaned back slightly, flashing a friendly smile. "Misaki-san, let's get along, okay?"
Mei glanced at her briefly, her face blank. "…Sure."
Her cold tone made Shiroha quietly purse her lips. This girl… she doesn't want people getting close. Like she's built walls around herself.
She sighed inwardly and chose silence, arranging her books neatly.
From the podium, Gojo dramatically clutched his chest.
"Ah, watching my students struggle with making friends—how it breaks this teacher's poor heart! But don't worry! This year will be filled with excitement. Gojo-sensei guarantees it!"
Groans filled the classroom again.
"Now then," he said, clapping his hands once more. "Take out your English textbooks. Kitagawa-san, Shirakawa-san—you'll share with Misaki-san for now. After class, I'll take you to pick up your own books."
He winked mischievously.
"Let's begin the class—Gojo style!"
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