Time passed, and it became spring. Naoya had been living relatively well-adjusted in the Fushiguro household, doing things like casually choosing an assortment of macarons as a return gift for White Day last month, but from this day on, he was a technical college student living in a dormitory.
Having decided to spend the next five years at the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, he was supposed to have bid a temporary farewell to the members of the Fushiguro family and his fiancées, Maki and Mai—or so it was supposed to be.
"No, wait, why are you here? Toji-kun."
"It's not Toji-kun, it's Fushiguro. I joined the Tech High. I'm the PE teacher and the assistant homeroom teacher for your class."
"It's a job that suits ya perfectly, like, couldn't be better, but what kinda wind blew ya here?"
"With Megumi becoming the Next-Next Head, it'd be trouble if I was a bum or a freelance curse user. So, it seems that geezer Naobito forced me in. Look, my Special Grade 1 teacher's license."
"Is that allowed? The higher-ups are mostly Kamo clan, yeah? Won't ya get into trouble? With those old coots."
"Like I'd know. ...Here, we're here. Your classroom. I'm heading to the staff room, so see you later."
"Well, I guess so. I'm still not convinced, but let's talk later. After school or somethin'."
"Yeah, see ya."
As per their conversation, he had reunited with Toji, who had apparently found employment at the Tech High, right at the school gate.
Well, after hearing the brief explanation, the circumstances weren't entirely unconvincing, but Naoya guessed that the reason Toji had kept silent was definitely to tease him. Having the atmosphere, which was supposed to be a bit sentimental until moments ago, completely shattered, Naoya could do nothing but smile bitterly.
But well, he reconsidered that it was definitely better than being alone in a new environment. Watching Toji's back as he left for the staff room, Naoya opened the door to his classroom, ready to face his classmates.
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"What the heck? Am I alone right now?"
"...Sorry about that, Zen'in—no, shall I call you by your given name, Naoya? There are two other first-year students for now, but since Tech High has many students who enter via scouting, enrollment times often vary slightly, or rather, significantly. Since the two other than Naoya are from general households, they are scheduled to arrive here tomorrow after going through various procedures."
"I see. So that's how it is. Can't be helped. ...More importantly, why are you here, Yaga-sensei? Are ya the homeroom teacher?"
"No, the homeroom teacher is a new instructor named Kusakabe, and the assistant homeroom teacher is, as you know, Toji Fushiguro. Both are equivalent to Grade 1 sorcerers. Kusakabe is an excellent guy who climbed to Grade 1 without a cursed technique, though his laziness is a flaw."
"Grade 1 without a technique? Is he a monster? Or is it that? New Shadow Style?"
"The latter. Well, Kusakabe is away today to pick up the two new students. ...So, I was waiting in the classroom to stand in for Kusakabe and to monitor an idiot."
"When ya say idiot, I have an idea who..."
Yes, immediately after Naoya made a grimace at his bad premonition and his eyelid twitched.
The classroom door was flung open with great force, and the expected person popped his face in.
"Yo Naoya\! Sensei went somewhere too, so let's have a welcome party for new students\!"
"—I am right here, Satoru."
"Geh\!? It's a trap\!"
"It is your fault for being too predictable."
However, since he was easily captured by Yaga, Naoya felt a moment of relief. According to what Yaga extracted while putting him in a Cobra Twist, the worst-case prediction of 'being challenged to a fight out of nowhere' was off the mark; apparently, he was planning to hold a normal welcome party in the dorms. However, receiving a teacher-like lecture and a fist of love from Yaga saying, "In that case, get permission and do it properly tomorrow with the other two. This happens because you try to do it without permission," the plan was postponed.
Thanks to that, Naoya was able to safely finish the on-campus orientation and purchase of textbooks, and by evening, he was able to head to the dorm room assigned to him.
But. Naoya's suffering was not meant to end with just that degree of trouble.
"No, why? Why are you guys here too?"
"Ha? We're Naoya's fiancées, so it's normal."
"That's right, I'm a disciple too."
Having tidied up his dorm room to some extent, who Naoya met in the cafeteria were the two precocious fiancées eating dinner with innocent looks on their faces. Upon asking, it seemed they had moved into the teacher housing along with Megumi and Tsumiki under Toji's dependent child count. Faced with too many "You should have told me" incidents, Naoya held his head in his hands, forgetting that his dinner of 'Oven-baked Apple and Persimmon with Maple Syrup' was getting cold.
"Umm... Don't go crazy. My stomach hurts... If that idiot finds out, it's definitely gonna be bad—\!"
"Who's an idiot? Is it Lolicon Junior Naoya-ku\~n?"
"Satoru-kun. There ain't anyone other than you... I don't care anymore, whatever happens, happens... Ah, but I'll say just this one thing. My preference is an hourglass figure. I'll bet my secret private collection on it."
"Disclosure of fetishes...\! You're serious\! Alright, let's call Suguru too\! —Hello, Suguru? Let's watch Naoya's collection in Naoya's room\!"
"No, seriously? Too free? Getting called suddenly during free time, Geto-kun?"
"—I'm here. Let me participate by all means."
"You came\!? Is that your character\!? With that face\!?"
While shouting such things, Naoya's figure as he was abducted by his two seniors was nothing short of a comedy. In the midst of the sudden development, the twins left behind in front of his dinner covered it with plastic wrap out of a sense of kindness, for the time being.
Incidentally, as a side note.
Naoya, who successfully cleared his name as a Lolicon Junior thanks to his secret Blu-ray disc, ended up being bestowed the name 'Breast-Worshipping Gundam' because of it, causing him to hold his head in his hands after all. However, in exchange, by gifting the wonderful stage names 'Thirty-Year-Old Bangs' and 'Western White-Hair' to his two seniors, the bond between the three deepened along with their bruises.
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