A Hundred Flowers Blooming in Self-Introductions

Rude, reckless, impolite, an idiot...

In an instant, every adjective one could think of to describe a delinquent was immediately pinned onto that red-haired boy.

Furthermore, he had publicly caused Hirata Yōsuke, who was subtly becoming the center of the class, to lose face.

"Who is this guy? What's with the attitude?! As if any of us were dying for his self-introduction!"

"Exactly, exactly. He treats kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs. Why on earth was someone like him placed in our class?!"

The class soon erupted in criticism of the boy, but unexpectedly, the person involved, Hirata Yōsuke, did not show any signs of displeasure despite being slighted.

Instead, he took the initiative to speak up and excuse him:

"Everyone, please stop arguing. I think that classmate is probably just not used to the new environment yet. It will be much better once we get to know each other. After all, we are all companions, right? Everyone, don't you agree?!"

Seeing that Hirata had said as much, the others found it difficult to keep venting their anger and could only calm down, following his lead.

However, what could not be changed was that their first impression of that rude idiot had already plummeted to the absolute bottom.

After the minor interlude, everyone's self-introductions proceeded in an orderly fashion.

"My name is Yamauchi Haruki. I made it to the national tournament in table tennis during elementary school, and in middle school, I was the ace pitcher for the baseball club, jersey number four! But I got injured during the high school league, and I'm still in rehabilitation. Please treat me well~"

Yamauchi Haruki was a boy who looked quite frivolous. He talked on and on about the achievements he had supposedly attained in the past, but...

Why would a middle schooler be able to participate in a high school league?

Combined with the stereotype this guy gave off, Shintō Katsuya immediately realized that, aside from his name, the rest of what the guy said was probably just bragging.

"Next is me!"

A voice full of energy rang out; it was the girl who had helped the elderly woman on the bus this morning.

"My name is Kushida Kikyo. Since no middle school classmates of mine entered this school, I'm all alone. Therefore, I hope to quickly remember everyone's faces and names and become friends."

"I love making friends, so I hope everyone will exchange contact information with me after their self-introductions! My dream is to become friends with everyone!"

The energetic girl's self-introduction ended there. With her sweet looks, cute voice, and innocent dream, such a person naturally became another focal point in the class immediately.

After things settled down, Hirata took the initiative to walk over to the side of the yellow-haired boy who had been part of the seat-offering group this morning:

"It's your turn next, classmate. Could you give us a self-introduction?"

Because the other person had been busy grooming his hair with a comb and a small mirror, Hirata wasn't sure about this person's temper or habits.

Fortunately, the guy wasn't a hot-tempered person. He simply opened his eyes slightly, struck an exaggerated pose, and responded:

"Very well. My name is Koenji Rokusuke. I am the only son of the Koenji Conglomerate, a man destined to shoulder the burden of Japanese society sooner or later. I look forward to working with you all, my young ladies~"

The Koenji Conglomerate—this resounding name was known to everyone in Sakurajima.

As the young master of a conglomerate, Koenji reasonably possessed wealth and power beyond what others could imagine. However, the girls in the class didn't seem to look at him with sparkling eyes; instead, they felt that the boy in front of them was a weirdo.

Even Hirata couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to say something, Koenji spoke up again to add:

"Also, if anyone commits an act that makes me feel unpleasant, I will punish them without mercy... You all should keep that in mind."

"Koenji-san, what you said... what does that mean?"

"Ha! I hate ugly things the most. If I put it that way, even with your intelligence, you should be able to understand, right?"

Understand, my foot!

Who knows what "ugly" means in the mouth of a bizarre guy like you?

Is it looks, personality, or something else entirely?!

Although Shintō Katsuya had dealt with Koenji quite a few times, the only conclusion he could reach was that this Koenji was absolutely a lunatic!

This person seemed to have a unique scoring system for beauty and ugliness, which had also invisibly caused him a lot of unnecessary trouble in the past.

"Ah, I see. I will be careful. Thank you for your self-introduction."

As expected of Hirata, although he didn't understand either, he still nodded politely to Koenji and then walked over to Shintō Katsuya's side.

"Classmate, it's your turn next."

Having witnessed so many eccentric classmates in a row, even Hirata couldn't help but have a headache. Now he could only pray that there wouldn't be any more freaks among the remaining students.

Fortunately, Shintō was still a normal person. (Really?)

"Okay. My name is Shintō Katsuya. I usually like listening to music and reading novels, and I love all kinds of sweets the most. I hope to become good friends with everyone in the class and study and live together!"

"That's great, Shintō-san! Thank you for your self-introduction!"

Hirata breathed a sigh of relief. If only everyone could be as worry-free as Shintō.

And Shintō Katsuya, who had just finished his self-introduction, once again felt an unnatural gaze... In an instant, goosebumps crawled all over his body.

That perverted pompadour sitting in the dark corner was looking at him with an indescribable expression.

Although the other party was likely just envious that he could make a normal self-introduction so easily, in Shintō's eyes at this moment, this guy was definitely gay!!

And for some reason, he had specifically locked onto him!

While Shintō was caught in a brainstorming session, that gloomy man finally began his stuttering self-introduction:

"Um, my name is Ayanokōji... Kiyotaka... ah... I don't have anything I'm good at... please treat me well... ah... that's it..."

If you called him socially anxious, his tone, so calm that not a single fluctuation could be detected, made it seem as though he were neither nervous nor afraid.

If you said he wasn't socially anxious, it was hard to imagine a normal high school boy giving such a strange self-introduction.

Could it be that he was born without any talent for language?

Of course that was impossible!

Shintō Katsuya was certain that this guy definitely had issues!

Regardless of what others thought, in his view, this boy named Ayanokōji was definitely the repressed type! By using his inherent condition to attract the attention of others, combined with his icy tone and "keep away" aura, he was surely attracting lively and cheerful boys!

In the dead of night, the pitiful Ayanokōji snuggled into the arms of the sunny and handsome Hirata:

"Yousuke... I'm so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Having imagined it to this level, Shintō had a sudden realization: could this cunning Ayanokōji actually have been interested in Hirata the whole time?!