For as long as Issei Hyoudou could remember, a kid named Tenra Kamiyo had lived next door. They were about the same age, but their families rarely mingled, and Tenra had never really played with him. If they bumped into each other outside, it was just a nod or a quick greeting—acquaintances, nothing more.
So Issei was floored when Tenra reappeared after years of being missing. Not only had he turned into the kind of handsome guy people loved to hate, but he was surrounded by a flock of ridiculously cute girls.
"Weren't you missing?"
Issei couldn't hide his surprise as he looked Tenra up and down.
Tenra shrugged, a lazy smile on his lips. "Just had some things to take care of. Now that it's all sorted, I'm back."
He leaned in, eyes twinkling. "But you, Issei-kun—you haven't changed a bit. Still as lively as ever. Tell me, do you still sneak off to the park to read Uncle Pervert's comics?"
Of course, Tenra wasn't about to explain his disappearance. Instead, he went straight for teasing.
Issei's face flushed as he caught the sharp looks from the girls. He waved his hands frantically. "No, no! I stopped ages ago…"
Uncle Pervert had been his childhood hero—the man who awakened his pervy soul, a true mentor. Those afternoons reading comics in the park were some of the happiest days of his life. But then the cops took Uncle Pervert away, and he never came back. Even now, Issei felt a pang of regret.
"Uh… Tenra-kun, who are all these girls?"
After a brief moment of nostalgia, Issei's gaze drifted back to Yubelluna and the others. He was a pervert among perverts, zero resistance to pretty girls.
"They're friends of mine, just crashing at my place for now. Maybe I'll introduce you sometime, if the chance comes up."
Tenra's lips curled in amusement. Issei, meanwhile, nearly rolled his eyes. "If the chance comes up"? Wasn't now the perfect chance? Fake—handsome guys were all the same, never sincere.
And who'd believe they were "just friends"? More like bedmates, harem members, girls he enjoyed every night. Guys could spot their own kind a mile away.
Not that Issei realized how close his wild guesses were to the truth…
"Issei-kun, you go to Kuoh Academy, right? We're transferring there too. Mind heading to school together?"
Tenra's invitation was casual, almost offhand. Issei hesitated—walking next to a guy this good-looking was one of his least favorite things. But a quick glance at the girls settled it.
For beautiful girls, he'd do anything.
To his disappointment, though, the walk was a letdown. Tenra chatted with him, but the girls kept their distance, barely sparing him a glance. Issei could only sigh.
This damned world that judges by looks.
Kuoh Academy
As always, the campus buzzed with energy—students pouring in, laughter and chatter filling the air. But suddenly, something shifted. Heads turned. Conversations stopped.
"Isn't that senior…?"
"Wow, what a handsome guy!"
"So many beautiful girls!!"
Tenra strode forward, a faint, easy smile on his face. Yubelluna and the other girls flanked him, turning heads everywhere. Kuoh Academy was famous for its beauties—Rias-senpai and Akeno-senpai were practically school idols—so seeing a group of stunning girls was surprising, but not unheard of.
What really shocked everyone was Tenra himself.
He'd inherited his mother Tamako Kamiyo's genes, and his looks were almost unfair—a face that rivaled even Kiba Yuuto's. Years of training had given him a quiet confidence, a masculine aura that was impossible to ignore.
The boys felt a surge of rivalry. The girls… well, Tenra was pure, irresistible temptation.
Jealousy, awe, excitement—within moments, the whole academy was in an uproar.
Tenra and his group walked on, unfazed. The crowd parted for them, leaving a clear path through the chaos.
Issei, meanwhile, felt painfully out of place.
"Hey, isn't that Hyoudou?"
"It really is that pervert!"
"How could someone like him be walking with people like that? No way!"
Issei's eye twitched. Walking next to Tenra, he couldn't help but curse these shallow, face-judging girls.
"You're late!"
Just as they entered the school, a commanding voice rang out. Crimson hair, regal posture—Rias Gremory herself stood waiting, with Akeno Himejima by her side.
Issei felt his brain short-circuit. The two most beautiful, most unattainable girls in the school—every guy's dream.
"Sorry, Rias, Akeno. Hope we didn't keep you waiting."
Tenra's apology was polite, but familiar—like he'd known them forever.
Rias's gaze flicked to Issei, her brow furrowing. "And who's this?"
Tenra gestured. "Issei Hyoudou—my neighbor. We ran into each other on the way here."
Issei, still half in shock, managed a nervous smile. Rias seemed to recognize the name—one of the infamous "pervert trio." She didn't look disgusted, just uninterested, glancing at him once before turning away.
Issei's brief moment of hope fizzled into disappointment.
"Hmph. We'll talk about your lateness later. For now, come with me to the student council room to handle your enrollment."
"Ah, yes, yes, my Lady Rias."
Issei watched, seething with envy. Not only did Tenra have a group of beautiful "friends," he was on familiar terms with the school's top idol. What had Tenra been doing all those missing years?
"Issei-kun, we've got some things to take care of. Head to class for now."
"Oh, and if you're free tonight, come by my place. Don't refuse—we'll be waiting."
Tenra's invitation lingered in the air as he and the girls followed Rias and Akeno into the building.
Issei stared after them, replaying Tenra's mysterious smile. What was that about? And since when was Tenra so… welcoming?
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