What if Ayanokouji Kiyotaka never held back from the start? What if he was discovered early by a unique individual and had hidden motives? What if he wasn't the only key player at the school and Kouenji was more than just a bystander?
In this reimag...
I sprinted to the school entrance with all my might. Today was supposed to be the beginning of my high school life, a day most would say is unforgettable. Yet, right now, I hoped everyone else would forget.
I was late!
It was already 8:00 a.m. yet I had just left the bus. There was an incident on the way, so our transport vehicle was stopped for a while. The moments the door opened up, I ran along with a few other students.
For someone like me, who tends to keep to himself most of the time, it might not sound like that big of a deal, but that wasn't entirely true. While I had no desire to be the center of attention, I definitely didn't want to be the subject of gossip either.
Not that I cared much about that; middle school had been worse. That would probably remain as the darkest period of my entire life.
However, I learned from my experiences, and slowly developed myself and formed the personality I currently have. Knowledge was a powerful weapon, strong enough to open my eyes to the cruel reality.
Alright, I think I am getting sidetracked here. Let's try this again.
I was in a crisis.
I was running.
And, I was late.
Because of a promise to my sister, a promise I was forced to make, I couldn't let it happen. I can't allow for even the smallest mistakes to negate my promise.
I had a reputation as a big brother to uphold, after all.
While I was on it, I sent my prayers to any and all gods out there. I considered myself mostly atheist, but I'd promised to become a believer then and there if a miracle occurred. I finally reached my destination after what felt like an eternity, I opened the door to the classroom with the Class 1-A sign placed above.
Alas, it turned out no deity took me up on that offer. Everyone was already there, except me. At least the teacher's desk still looked untouched.
Just then, I noticed a that there was a guy with a youthly appearances standing there. He possessed a short red hair with sharp pair of blue eyes hidden behind his plain glasses.
And as a side note, he was wearing a lab coat.
Hold on a second, was that supposed to be our teacher? He couldn't be much older than us—certainly not over 25. He was practically a teenager.
He glanced my way and gestured for me to take my seat. I realized that he really was our teacher. Lowering my head in apology, I quietly made my way to my desk, aware of the stares I was receiving from my classmates.
You should stare at him, not me. What a good start.
"Well then, let's start," he announced.
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"And that's the gist of it. Any questions?" As the teacher turned to erase the board where then name 'Junichiro Kagami' was written, he addressed us.
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