Doragon: A Devil's Path to Strength! (High School DxD x Male Oc)

Chapter I

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Chapter I: I'm used to it...

It was around 8:30 a.m. in Kuoh. The birds chirped as they soared over a neighborhood, and just a few cars were going up and down the quiet streets. A short and noticeably thin teen with long, bushy hair that reached to his chin and had a single strand of hair sticking up like an antenna.

He was riding his bike down a sloped street, his messenger school bag slung across his body. His hair was very dark blue, which was practically black with black eyes. He has a very boyish face, even though he's 18.

He was wearing his school uniform, consisting of a black blazer with white accents over a button-down, short-sleeved white shirt, a navy hoodie underneath his shirt, matching black pants, and blue tennis shoes.

He also has dark blue glasses, a watch on his right wrist, and dark circles under his eyelids. This is Ran Junwoo, and he was late to his first day at his new school, Kuoh Academy. He looked to the side to see the school a few yards away. It was a large building, almost four stories tall.

While distracted, Junwoo didn't notice he was riding right towards a curb until it was too late, causing him to crash his bike and launch him forward. Slamming into someone.

THUD!

Junwoo landed hard on the concrete sidewalk. Junwoo groaned as the pain spread from his back to his head before he got off the girl. He rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, his eyes tightly closed.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he asked with a groan of pain and discomfort. "It's okay," the person said with a moan. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," he said, still rubbing his head, before finally opening his eyes to see the person he accidentally slammed into.

"I'm...okay..." His sentence slowed down to a stop, his eyes widened, and he blushed heavily when he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. A breathtaking young woman with a voluptuous body, white skin, blue-green eyes, and long, crimson hair that reaches to her thighs with an exaggerated single cowlick sticking out from the top and loose bangs.

The girl looked down at Junwoo, and the two were locked in time. Staring at each other. He looked at her in amazement with a blush as she looked at him the same way. You could even see their cowlicks twitch at the same time as their eyes met.

They were in their little world.

"HEY, YOU BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OUR PRINCESS?" Jun and the crimson-haired girl snapped back to reality and looked around to see a crowd of almost every boy and girl surrounding him, glaring at the new kid.

"Yeah, do you think you're doing with our idol, you fiend?" yelled a girl. "Yeah, we're here first, pal! If you think you can just drop in and take her for yourself, you have to go through us!" "YEAH!" "I bet he's some kind of pervert, like those other two." "How dare you try that, you pervert?!"

Junwoo blinks in confusion and stands up, looking as unconfident and awkward as ever. "Wait, WHAT!" Jun stammered, raising his hands in defense. "I-I'm not a pervert, I swear! I-I just crashed into her," he stuttered nervously, feeling the weight of the crowd's judgment.

The crowd started to move in on him before he could say anything else. A whistle blew loudly in the air behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw what looked like a gym coach with a clipboard and a silver whistle in his mouth, making his way through the crowd.