Right now, Daichi was standing in front of the screen with a confused face and a script.
He didn't know what was going on, but soon found out.
With that straight face, he ran away.
We swiftly suppressed his resistance and dragged him back.
Now, he stood again—arms crossed, jaw clenched, and a visible "kill me" aura around him.
"...Why am I here? Shouldn't this be done by the narrator? I am not doing this," he muttered.
A threatening cough from offscreen made him flinch.
Daichi sighed and opened the script with all the enthusiasm of someone forced to host a kindergarten talent show.
Then he looked up, and suddenly—his smile clicked into place like a switch flipping.
"Well, well. Since I'm stuck here, might as well make it fun."
He gave a lazy wink.
"Name's Daichi Tanaka. Height? 180 on the dot. Blood type? Don't remember. Hobbies? Looking good and dodging responsibility. I like long walks, bubble tea, and girls who can do backflips."
He slid a hand through his hair and grinned.
"And yes, I am single. Shocking, I know."
"Why is he talking about himself first?" Riku asked, We once again ignored him.
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He flipped the page—
"Haruto Minami."
Daichi leaned against the podium, already smirking.
"This guy… he's normal. Like an ordinary high school student. He studies, he plays, he talks, he eats and he sleeps. With the ordinary personality he himself looks ordinary. Slightly long Black hair, black eyes. I think he's 179 cm or something. Also, he's kind. Like if you ask him something he will help you."
He paused, resting his chin on his hand.
"If he ever commits a crime, it'll be for not texting back fast enough. Still, can't hate him. Kinda handsome. A little too normal though. Suspicious."
He flipped the page.
"Kaito Sugiyama."
His eyes lit up.
"Now this guy's a walking chaos engine. Black spiky hair, always bouncing around like he snorted sugar. He's 176 cm tall but carries himself like he's 190. Loud, proud, and probably has a caffeine addiction. He jokes too much, but it somehow works. Like a golden retriever with a death wish."
He chuckled to himself.
"Fun at parties. Dangerous in class."
Flip.
"Noa Kamizuki."
Daichi's voice lowered a bit.
"...Ah, the mysterious one. Long ash-blonde hair, cold blue eyes, quiet as a whisper. She's about 171 cm, always reading, always observing. If you make eye contact, you'll either fall in love or question your life choices."
He nodded, almost respectfully.
"She doesn't talk much, but when she does... it's either poetry or pure destruction. Dangerous in a whole different way."
Flip.
"Ayane Fujii."
He smirked.
"Pink hair, attitude, and chaos in human form. Loud, bold, flirty—definitely the one who starts drama and then live-blogs it. Around 168 cm, always exaggerates it to 170. She's got energy like a firecracker and confidence like she owns the building. You either want to date her or run from her. Maybe both."
Offscreen, someone whispered, "She's behind you."
Daichi immediately spun around.
She wasn't there.
But the fear was real.
Flip.
"Ah! Aika!"
Daichi grinned like he'd just remembered a crush from middle school.
"The queen herself. Class prez, Shit-brown long hair, glasses sometimes, Which makes her even cuter! 175 cms tall but i would like her at any height. Calm voice, super soothing! She's like super cute, and gorgeous. It's like staring at the moon and a shooting star passes from above it. She's lik-."
While Daichi was babbling about his crush, someone raised a question.
"Isn't she already introduced?" Riku raised his hands.
She is?!
Daichi, do your job properly.
"My bad." He bowed.
"Next up, Reika Tsuniko."
Daichi straightened up, face going serious for a second.
"Reika Tsuniko... the girl who looks like she'd stab you for asking her zodiac sign."
He gave a short laugh.
"Jet black hair tied in a high ponytail, sharp eyes, sharper tongue. 170 cm of pure don't-mess-with-me energy. She's the type who finishes her tests early, critiques the questions, and then helps the teacher grade. Oh—and she's scarily good at martial arts. Like, scary scary. You know how some people say 'I could fight God'? Reika actually could."
He pretended to shiver.
"And win."
Flip.
"Hikari Aoyama."
Daichi's smirk softened a little, as if he was trying really hard not to sound like a decent person.
"Hikari's like… sunshine with legs. 167 cm of pure good vibes. She's got this soft blonde hair and a smile that could probably end wars. Her eyes are always gleeming. Always cheerful, always helping out, like she's got a secret quest to make everyone's day better."
He scratched the back of his head.
"Honestly? She's the type who remembers everyone's birthdays, helps you with homework, and gives you snacks without asking for anything back. Just… pure."
Then, as if realizing he was being too wholesome, Daichi added,
"Also cries during dog movies. Weakness detected."
Someone offscreen whispered, "You cried too."
"Shut up, Shun."
Flip.
"Taiga Fujimoto"
"Daiki's Best friend, or probably lost brother. He's like an instigator of war or something. And he is always, and i mean always on Daiki's shoulder. Like yeah, I know you are 160 cm or something, but please. He's got the same hair color as Daiki, as well as the same eye color. Even their last name rhyme"
Flip.
"Finally, the last page..."
He saw the who's name was written on the script and sighed.
"And it's Yuto Murusaki "
"Don't say it like that, you might get killed." Kaito adviced.
Daichi exhaled dramatically, waving the script like it was a cursed artifact.
"Fine, fine. Let's do this before he appears behind me like Batman."
He cleared his throat.
"Yuto Murusaki. Also known as the guy who terrifies teachers and students without saying a damn word."
Daichi glanced around, just in case.
"185 cm tall, black hair with that always-perfect messy look, deep-set eyes that look straight into your soul. Silent most of the time, but when he speaks—it's either cool as hell or absolutely unhinged. No in-between."
He leaned forward toward the imaginary camera.
"Also, he somehow knows everything. Like, you'd be talking about the most random stuff, and he'd casually drop a fact that makes you question reality. I swear he's got secret cameras installed everywhere."
Kaito whispered offscreen, "He probably knows you're saying this right now."
Daichi visibly panicked for a split second before chuckling nervously.
"Well, His brother's scary as hell, what could I say?"
Daichi closed the script like it weighed a hundred kilos.
"…And that's it. I did my job. Happy now?"
A short silence.
Then someone clapped. Slowly. Sarcastically.
Shun's voice again. "That was the most unprofessional roll call I've ever witnessed."
"I'm not getting paid for this," Daichi shot back, already walking offstage.
"You should NOT be paid," Riku said.