Draconis Yi snapped back to reality, finding himself standing at the front of a classroom.
"This is our new transfer student joining us today. Please introduce yourself," said the balding, heavyset teacher beside him.
Rows of students sat at their desks, eyes fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and boredom. Draconis felt a moment of disorientation—just minutes ago, he'd been on a city street, pulling a little girl out of the path of a speeding car. He remembered the screech of brakes, the blinding warmth of light, and then… this.
Now he was here.
He glanced around at the unfamiliar faces, his mind spinning with questions. Was this heaven? After saving that kid, maybe he'd earned a spot up here. Shouldn't there be angels or something?
"Honestly, I thought I'd see some angels," he muttered, scanning the classroom with a hint of disappointment.
The teacher and students blinked at him, confused. Someone snickered, "What, you still dreaming, man?"
The laughter snapped Draconis out of his trance. He quickly took stock: he was conscious, he was here—whether this was reincarnation or the afterlife, he couldn't say. First time dying, after all. No manual for this.
Well, whatever. Go with the flow.
He raised his head and flashed the practiced smile he'd perfected through years of social survival.
"I'm Draconis Yi. Nice to meet you all."
A plain, forgettable introduction. The class lost interest immediately—except for a few girls who lingered on his looks.
"Alright, Draconis, you can take the seat by the window in the back," the teacher said, adjusting his glasses and picking up a piece of chalk. "Everyone, open your textbooks to page fifty-two…"
Draconis kept his polite smile as he made his way to the empty desk. Once seated, the mask slipped away, replaced by quiet introspection. He stowed his bag, checked his pockets: phone, student ID, two keys, a handful of unfamiliar bills and coins.
The currency looked odd—1,350 units, coins marked fifty. Probably not worth much. Yen, maybe?
He flipped his phone to use the screen as a mirror. His own face stared back—same sharp features, same confident smirk. Good. Still himself. Still damn handsome.
Fingerprint unlock. The wallpaper: a photo of him on a bike, grinning like a fool. Draconis frowned. No way he'd ever smile like that. A quick tap, and he swapped the image out.
Student ID: Kuoh Academy, Second Year, Class One. Address included. That explained the keys.
He thought it through. Soul transfer? Alternate timeline? If dying meant reincarnation, maybe he'd lucked out.
He let his gaze drift, then shook off the existential fog. Fresh start. Could be worse.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught two girls watching him. He turned, casual, and found himself facing two striking beauties.
The one on the left had a mane of crimson hair and eyes clear as glass—cool, mature, with a hint of something dangerous that drew the eye. Her companion wore her black hair in a high ponytail, her gentle smile radiating warmth. Not quite as stunning as the redhead, but still gorgeous—and her curves were even more impressive.
Draconis met their eyes for a moment, then looked away. Pretty girls, sure. Probably just curious about the new kid.
Unbeknownst to him, Rias and Akeno had been watching closely. They'd sensed the dormant power within him—a force strong enough to unsettle even devils.
Sacred Gear. No doubt.
They exchanged a glance, then turned away in perfect synchrony.
School life settled into a routine. Draconis visited the security office, claimed his bike was missing, found it on camera, and made his way "home"—a messy apartment that matched his new ID.
Inside, he eyed the shrine on the wall, photos of a middle-aged couple staring back. According to the teacher, his parents here had died in a truck accident.
Damn trucks. Took out another set of parents. I'll remember that.
He retreated to the bedroom—spartan decor, a computer, and a trash can overflowing with tissues. He raised an eyebrow, booted up the PC, and found a hidden folder packed with "study materials." He snorted. School restrictions, widows, convenience store managers, security guards… The previous owner had been deep into anime tropes.
After tidying up and working out, Draconis showered and collapsed naked onto his bed, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
School had been uneventful. A few guys tried to chat, a few girls flirted, but he handled them all with a polite smile. Whether in school or society, it was all just noise—Draconis had little use for shallow relationships.
Still, you couldn't stand out too much. Loners got ostracized, and that was a pain. So he'd mastered the art of keeping people at arm's length—close enough to seem normal, distant enough to avoid entanglement.
It was a system that worked. Or so he thought.
Two days later, everything changed—he suddenly had a girlfriend.
To be precise, a girl he'd never met confessed to him.
From her awkward words, Draconis could tell his predecessor hadn't known her either.
Her name was Yuma Amano—a sweet, innocent-looking JK beauty, all big eyes and soft smiles.
That day, she stood on a bridge at sunset, facing Draconis with trembling courage.
"Um… I'm Yuma Amano. I saw you at the school gate yesterday, and since then I… Could you… try dating me?"
She stumbled through the words, cheeks flushed, eyes darting away.
Draconis was stunned. Even now, girls were confessing to him?
What the hell… Had he moved heaven itself, and this was his reward—a girlfriend sent straight from above?
He smirked inwardly. Not interested.
According to Yuma, she'd fallen for him at first sight. Wanted to date.
…Yeah, right. "Love at first sight," "dating"—sure. If she'd asked to sleep with him, maybe that'd be more believable.
Is pure love even real? Not buying it.
He kept a gentle smile, but his mind was ice-cold, detached.
Beautiful JK falls in love at first sight and confesses? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
She must have a reason for approaching him—he intended to find out why.
He was alone, aside from a spacious apartment and a hefty compensation payout from his parents' deaths. She couldn't be after his body, right?
If that's the case, just say so—I'll lie down right now.
With curiosity outweighing caution, Draconis feigned delight and agreed to date Yuma.
And just like that, they were a couple.
"Tomorrow's a day off. Draconis, want to go shopping together?" Yuma's eyes sparkled, her tone playful and expectant.
Draconis smiled softly, voice gentle. "Sure. See you tomorrow. Don't stand me up."
"Mm!!" Yuma's face lit up with joy.
"Be careful on your way home," he said, reaching out to smooth a stray lock of her hair, his gentleness almost theatrical.
Yuma blushed, happiness written all over her face. She left in a flurry of glances back, every step reluctant.
Draconis watched her go, maintaining his gentle smile until she vanished from sight. Then, his face went blank.
He stood there for a moment, replaying her behavior. Nothing suspicious. Eventually, he gave up, shot a meaningful look in her direction, and headed home.
Let's see what kind of game she's playing.
After he left, a petite girl with short white hair appeared, dialing her phone—"President Rias" flashed on the screen.
"Hello, Koneko. Any discoveries?" Rias's voice asked.
"As you predicted, President. That fallen angel is preparing to make her move," Koneko said softly.
"Good work. Come back."
Koneko hung up, still puzzling over Draconis's strange behavior.
Something about him was… unnerving.
The next morning.
Draconis woke early, washed up, and got ready for his date with Yuma Amano.
Crossing the living room, he paused, doubled back, and slipped a fruit knife into his pocket.
Maybe it was paranoid to arm himself against a high school girl, but the whole "beautiful stranger suddenly likes you" thing was way more suspicious than it was flattering.
Probably a honey trap, or some bullying scheme. Lead him somewhere quiet, spring the ambush.
He admitted it—he was a little paranoid. But she was just a student. At worst, maybe some sketchy friends.
If Yuma really was a pure-hearted girl looking for a sweet romance… Well, he'd make it up to her later.
He hopped on his bike and rode to the meeting spot. From a distance, he saw Yuma waiting quietly.
He stopped in front of her, wearing an apologetic look. "Sorry, Yuma. I'm late."
On purpose.
"It's fine! I just got here too." She smiled, linking her arm through his. "Let's go!"
"Heh, alright."
Draconis smiled gently and the date began.
They wandered the mall, picked out clothes for each other, took silly photo booth pictures. Draconis bought her a hair clip, and they shared dessert at a nearby café.
Laughter, conversation, gentle smiles—the perfect couple, at least from the outside.
Time flew by, and dusk crept in.
They left the busy streets, heading toward a quiet park.
In the deserted park, Yuma suddenly strode ahead, spinning around by the fountain.
"Draconis, since it's our first date, can I ask you for something?"
She stood with her hands behind her back, smiling sweetly.
"Of course," Draconis replied, his right hand slipping into his pocket.
Yuma's smile twisted, growing sinister.
"Would you please die?"
Draconis's smile froze, then vanished. He stepped back, face darkening.
"What did you just say?"
Yuma's expression was icy, all traces of innocence gone. She moved closer, repeating herself:
"I said… would you die for me? Right now?"
As the words left her lips, her form shifted. Clothes melted away, giving Draconis a split-second view of pale skin before black garments materialized, and a pair of black wings unfurled behind her.
She raised a hand, conjuring a spear of lightning—energy crackling along its length.
Staring at the black-winged Yuma and her lightning spear, Draconis felt a wave of disbelief.
What the hell…
Where's my "ordinary high school girl"?!
What kind of world is this?