So.
I put on the uniform.
Blazer? Check.
Tie? Eh, kinda crooked, but whatever.
Bag? I think it was a bag. Could've been a laptop case. Or a fancy lunchbox. Who knows-I was gonna figure it out later.
I saw the two girls from earlier still walking down the street and figured, hey, when in anime land, follow the waifus.
I jogged after them like I wasn't some random background character just casually tailing people. We passed a few houses, crossed a street, and finally-
There it was.
Kuoh Academy.
MC: "Holy crap..."
In anime, you don't really feel how huge these places are. But in real life?
This school was massive.
The buildings were modern, sleek, practically shining in the morning sun like some kind of school for gods.
MC: "How the hell did Issei afford this place...? Wait. Hold on-how the hell am I affording this place?"
I sighed.
Anime logic.
Best not to question it.
I walked through the school gates, marveling at everything. The architecture. The clean paths. The uniforms everywhere. I took maybe five steps inside-
-and immediately got lost.
MC: "What in the Labyrinth of Hades is this layout?!"
The hallways twisted and turned like a game map. I swore I passed the same vending machine three times. I was about to give up and live in the janitor's closet when I saw her.
A girl with long black hair, glasses, and a perfectly composed face.
Why did she look so... official?
Like, authority official?
MC: "Excuse me-uh, hi!"
She turned to face me.
And my soul nearly left my body.
MC: "...Tsubaki Shinra."
Yup. That calm, scary-as-hell expression. The way she stared at me like I just disrespected the entire student council.
Yup. Definitely Tsubaki.
Tsubaki: "What do you need?"
Her voice was firm, polite, and terrifying.
I blinked, panicked, and somehow managed to stammer out:
MC: "Um-could you tell me where Class 2-C is...?"
She studied me like she was deciding whether to answer or summon a lightning bolt from the sky.
Then she said, "Down the hall, left, right again, third door. Don't be late."
I bowed so fast I almost hit my head on my knees.
MC: "T-thank you!"
Then I bolted.
MC (while running): "Dear god, I hope I never run into her again. She's scarier than most villains."
I skidded to a stop at the door labeled "2-C," took a deep breath, and opened it.
And then-
MC: "What the hell?!"
It was a room full of girls.
Like, exclusively girls.
And not just sitting there, reading books or chatting politely.
No.
They were drooling.
And I mean literal beast-mode drooling.
Eyes wide. Mouths open. The kind of stare that said: "If murder was legal, you'd already be devoured."
I followed their gaze.
And of course.
MC: "Of. Freaking. Course."
It was Kiba.
Sitting at his desk, smiling, golden hair sparkling like he came out of a shampoo commercial.
MC: "Damn... the anime really did this man dirty. He's hot. Like, way too hot."
I glanced around and saw Shinra again in the corner. Also somehow hotter in person.
MC (whispers): "What is this school? Modeling agency by day, anime thirst trap by night?"
I shuffled over to the back of the class and took the most distant seat I could find.
Far from Kiba. Far from the predator-girls. Far from the confusion.
MC (internal): "I need answers. Like, now."
Just then, the teacher walked in.
And of course.
Drop-dead gorgeous.
Was there anyone here who looked normal?!
MC (whispers): "This school is cheating. They got a whole S-tier cast."
Class started. I tried to focus, really. But my brain was running faster than I could process.
MC (internal): "Okay... okay. What arc am I in? Is this the start of the anime? Is Issei already a devil? Did I show up in the middle of the war arcs?! Oh god, please don't tell me I'm gonna walk in on someone summoning a dragon."
I looked out the window dramatically, just like every anime protagonist does.
Then I felt it.
A stare.
I turned slowly.
Kiba.
Smiling.
MC: "...You smiling at me?"
He waved.
Friendly. Warm.
Sparkles probably appeared around him.
I waved back awkwardly.
MC (whispers): "Damn. He's not even smug. He's just... nice. How am I supposed to hate this guy?"
I slumped in my seat.
MC (internal): "Hot dudes. Surrounded by hot dudes. Why am I not the hot dude? I'm the stretchy guy with anime logic powers and a mouth filter that doesn't work."
I looked at my hand.
Still rubbery.
Still not dreaming.
MC (whispers): "Alright... I need to test my powers. Figure out what I can do. And more importantly..."
I stared at the board blankly as the teacher droned on.
MC: "...figure out what the hell this world wants from me."
A/c:" If you gana ask why is everyone hot go and watch the anime everyone is hot lol."