A commotion was underway in a first-year classroom at a certain high school.
"Didn't you say you'd get us the Diva's autograph? Where is it? Where is it? Hand it over already!"
The one saying this was a boy with a face that screamed bad luck, messy hair sticking straight up, and a hand wildly scratching at his already disheveled head in frustration.
This boy was named Kamijo Touma, a very famous figure at this particular high school.
How was he famous?
Rumor had it that if you stayed near him, he would suck away all your misfortune.
He was the kind of famous figure who could choke while drinking water, trip while walking, never win the lottery in his entire life, and spend all day shouting, "What rotten luck!"
"No! You have to give us an explanation! Otherwise, we won't let this go, nya!"
The speaker was a boy with exceptionally long arms and a tall stature, short blond hair like a hedgehog's spines, sunglasses on his face, and a gold chain around his neck.
This boy was named Tsuchimikado Motoharu, another very famous figure at this particular high school.
How was he famous?
Rumor had it that he dressed like this to appeal to girls, only for people to keep their distance from him instead.
On top of that, he spoke in an incomprehensible Kyushu dialect with a cloying, affected tone that made people feel sick.
"For the Diva's autograph, we spent all yesterday indulging you! The three of us paid for everything, from fancy restaurants to the arcade, and all you did was send a text saying, 'Sorry, I forgot'? You deserve to be wiped out for this!"
The last to speak was a boy with blue hair and earrings. He was over 180 centimeters tall, yet