Chapter 1: A Slick of the Hair and an Elegant Introduction.
Kyushu, Sakura Prefecture. Sobu High School.
Cherry blossoms swirled in the air, carried by the soft breath of a summer breeze. The campus was thick with that suffocatingly bright "youthful atmosphere"—the kind of season where rising hormones make everyone think they're in a romance flick.
Inside Class 1-D, the students were already settled.
In the back row, by the window—the legendary "seat of the Protagonist"—sat a boy with an aura that felt entirely detached from the world.
His name was Seito.
He sported a shock of white hair that made him look prematurely aged, yet somehow elegant. His features were sharp, and his eyes—clear as blue sapphires—gazed lazily out at the sky.
"Ah... now that's the stuff," Seito murmured, taking a slow breath.
The faint, floral scents from the girls sitting infront of him drifted past. It was enough to make him feel like a bit of a creep, but he couldn't help it. It had been seventeen years since he'd woken up in this "combined" world. He'd long since realized he was living in a crossover of every slice-of-life anime imaginable, and he'd spent his life drifting through it with practiced nonchalance.
Both parents gone? Check. No annoying younger siblings? Check. A house and a decent bank account? Check.
As the new semester kicked off, Seito felt content. He didn't have a "System" or a "Cheat Code," but he didn't care. He scanned the room, spotting the heavy hitters of the anime world: there was the Ice Queen, Yukinoshita Yukino, the sharp tongue, Utaha Kasumigaoka, a legendary gamer, kirito, the gluttonous shield girl Mapple(Kaede Honjou) , Hachiman and even the "Hideyoshi" whose gender was simply... Hideyoshi along with other protagonist.
In fact, he'd noticed the restrooms on the way in: Men's, Women's, and Hideyoshi's. Consistency was key, after all.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Two women entered the room.
The first wore a sharp suit under a white lab coat, her long black hair cascading down her back. She was idly stubbing out a cigarette: Shizuka Hiratsuka. The Cute Shizuka-Chan herself.
The second was the epitome of an "Office Lady" teacher, her long legs encased in black tights, her expression colder than a mid-winter blizzard: Sae Chabashira.
"Ahem."
Hiratsuka-sensei stood at the podium and cleared her throat, scanning the crowd. "Listen up. I'm your homeroom teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka. This is my assistant homeroom teacher, Sae Chabashira."
"For the next three years, we'll be the ones guiding you through your 'delightful' high school experience."
As she finished, Chabashira-sensei began a rhythmic clap, prompting the rest of the class to join in. Seito joined the applause with a playful smirk. If he knew them better, he would have asked exactly how delightful things were going to get.
Hiratsuka gestured for silence. "Alright, let's get the introductions out of the way. We'll start from the front. You there, start us off."
She pointed at a dark-haired boy in the first row.
"Right!"
Kirito—or rather, Kazuto Kirigaya—stood up nervously. "I'm Kazuto Kirigaya. I'm sixteen, and... I really like video games. Nice to meet you."
He sat down quickly, looking relieved. The introductions continued down the line until it reached a certain petite student.
"Hello everyone!" the student chirped, standing up with a flourish. "I am Hideyoshi Kinoshita. I am a boy, I don't have many special hobbies, but I do enjoy anime!"
As Hideyoshi sat down, a stray comment drifted through the quiet room.
"A boy? Isn't your gender just 'Hideyoshi'?"
The voice wasn't loud, but in the silence of the classroom, it rang out like a bell.
Snap. Every head in the class turned toward the back window. Seito was slumped over his desk, looking thoroughly bored and entirely guilty. Both teachers fixed their gazes on him.
"You there," Hiratsuka said, her voice dangerously level. "Why don't you come up and give us your introduction?"
The class watched with bated breath. This was Day One, and the "White-Haired Kid" was already acting like a delinquent.
Seito stood up slowly. He adjusted his blazer, tightened his tie, and then—with a calculated, elegant motion—swept his white bangs back from his forehead. He flashed a refined, almost punchable smile.
"My name is Seito. I'm seventeen. I like games, but my real passion... is giving people nicknames."
"Nicknames?" Hiratsuka repeated, blinking. She looked intrigued. "Alright then, smart guy. Give me one."
Seito didn't hesitate. "Sure thing, Shizuka-Chan~."
The classroom went dead silent.
Hiratsuka's face went from pale to a deep, simmering crimson. Her fist clenched so hard her knuckles turned white.
"Seito, wasn't it?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Outside. Now."
Maintaining his "elegant" composure, Seito turned and strolled toward the back door. Hiratsuka followed him like a storm cloud.
Once they were gone, Chabashira-sensei stepped up to the podium, ignoring the tension. "Ahem. Moving on. Who was next?"
"YAMEROOOO—!!"
A tragic scream ec
hoed from the hallway, followed by a dull thud. The entire class winced in unison.
Thank you for reading.
And once again this is an Chinese fan-fiction translation so make sure to turn off your brain and go with the flow and enjoy. And if you find any mistake please do inform me.