It was my first day at my new school, in a new town.
Of course, I wasn't just going to stand around aimlessly after seeing such a beautiful lady earlier. Despite how irresponsible my older sister could be, she had really helped me when I needed it. She had already arranged a lot for me so I'd be perfectly set for my first day of school—and to start, that meant meeting someone she claimed she knew.
I walked into the school hallway, eyes immediately locking onto me as if they were staring at something they wouldn't normally see. Was it because of my city-boy-like aura? Or maybe… I was just "attractive."
"Yeah, right…" I sighed under my breath.
Continuing down the hall, I finally reached my destination: the school teacher's lounge.
As my hand reached for the door, I noticed the neighboring students' eyes on me. Curiosity got the better of me, so I tapped into a rather common psychic ability of mine.
"Telepathy."
This ability allows me to communicate through thoughts and feelings without making physical contact. It was the first ability I attained after realizing I had powers.
"He's pretty hot."
"He doesn't look like he's from around here."
"Wow, he's hot."
A small grin tugged at my lips from the flattering remarks of the girls nearby.
"Will he be alright? Look at all those girls staring at him."
"He's probably gonna get raped by a student here."
"He looks new, but he's already going to the teacher's lounge? Bro is cooked."
"He's got a nice ass."
"Could he even open the door?"
"Doubt he can open the door on the first try."
The guys' thoughts were… something else entirely. Normally, I could reach over fifty meters without struggle, but right now I could barely sense more than three. Whatever this school had, it was interfering with my powers.
What do they even mean by opening the door?
I raised an eyebrow and pulled on the handle—but it was stuck. A faulty door? Or something else? Even with a small psychic boost to my strength, it resisted.
With a shrug, I gave it one firm pull and it opened.
Gasps filled the hallway.
"Ain't no way he did that."
"He's so sexy!"
"He's definitely getting raped tonight."
Deactivating my telepathy, I walked into the lounge, greeted by a sweet scent.
Lavender?
Scanning the room, I searched for my target—the person my sister had mentioned. According to her, they had been friends since childhood.
A man stuffing his face with ramen caught my attention. Probably a teacher.
"Um…"
"Y-yes?!" The man swallowed, dropping his ramen—how respectable.
"I'm looking for someone named Shinomiya?"
"You must mean Shinomiya-sensei!" He wiped his mouth and pointed toward the far end of the room.
Following his directions, I found her—a blonde woman completely focused on her computer screen. From afar, I could tell she was the fiery type.
"U-um…"
Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing into a glare.
"Who are you? If it's about the cosplay party, for the hundredth time, I've said no!"
Is she alright?
"N-no, I came here because I wished to meet you privately," I muttered, bracing for her reaction.
"P-privately?" Her suspicion shifted into a faint blush. "W-well… you're a student and I'm a teacher. I'm just twenty-three and you're most likely seventeen at best, w-what I'm tryna—"
"Hold on!" I raised a hand to her face. "I'm definitely not interested in you."
"O-oh? That sucks…" Her voice flattened, like static on a dead TV channel.
"Anyways, Alice sent me here."
"Alice?" Her brows knit together, then her eyes widened. "Alice?!"
"Yes…"
"Don't tell me you're her little brother?"
I could tell she doubted me. There was only one way to prove it.
"Alice's bra size is a D cup."
The entire lounge froze.
"…I guess you really are her brother. Then let's go."
Without another word, she stood—arms folded, posture confident—and walked past me. I followed, confused.
She approached the door, gently placed her hand on the knob and tried pulling, but to no avail the door wouldn't open.
I watched in silence as she made multiple attempts in Opening the exact same door I barely had problems with.
"how did you get inside?" She asked a heap of frustration welled up on her face
"Um… from this exact door?" I tried sounding as enthusiastic as I could but it probably made the situation worse.
Shinomiya-sensei simply just ignored me and continued her attempts in Opening a door.
Was this door ever that difficult?, no wonder the students were surprised I opened it so easily.
Watching shinomiya-sensei sad attempts, I casually walked up to her, waved my hand indirectly telling her to move and with a straight face I opened the door.
"…" she doesn't react.
She continues walking as if nothing ever happened.
Her strides were firm, her gaze sharp enough to make students shrink into themselves. Smiles vanished under her watch.
If I were having a good day and saw that frown, I'd probably commit suicide.
Alice hadn't said much about her, only: "We were close friends."
"U-um, Shinomiya-sensei?"
Ignored.
"Um… Shinomiya-sensei—"
She stopped abruptly, glaring at me before recoiling like she'd seen a ghost.
"You…"
"Yes?"
"You're Yuu?!"
Is she really alright?
"Last time I saw you… how old were you?" she muttered. "We met during Alice's college graduation."
That was three years ago. I had just turned twelve.
"Oh yeah! You were really quiet. I assumed you were an introvert."
"I still am, ma'am."
She patted my shoulder. "You've gotten handsome. Alice wouldn't stop bragging about how "talented" you were."
"…I see."
"She'd say you could do things no human could explain."
My chest tightened in embarrassment. Alice still didn't know about my powers.
"Anyways, if Alice wants you under my supervision…" She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Don't hide anything from me. Alice was the same—she never told me why she moved here. Then suddenly she drops you here? Who does she think she is?"
"I'll try. But if you want me to be open, you should be open too." I tapped her shoulder playfully.
She smacked me on the head. "You're just like Alice!"
"That wasn't necessary…"
"Your new class is 1-C. I'm their homeroom teacher."
"Should I be happy about that?"
"Not really. But now I can keep my eyes on you."
We stopped in front of a classroom.
"This is your class."
"What are my classmates like?"
"You'll see."
Without warning, she charged in, silencing the room instantly with her presence.
"I hope you guys enjoyed your night?"
…Dead silence.
Does she suck with kids or something?
"Anyways… why are you hiding? Get in here!"
I sighed and stepped inside.
"This is your new transfer student," she announced.
Dozens of eyes were on me.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Yuu. I'll be transferring here."
They stared as if trying to figure out if I was even human.
"Where did you move from?" a tanned boy with a cap and a bandage on his face asked.
"T-the big city."
"Wow…"
"What's it like in the big city?" another asked.
"W-well… I don't really know? Normal?—"
"Yuu!" Shinomiya-sensei suddenly choked me from behind.
I coughed.
"Do take your seat," she ordered.
Passing the stares of my new classmates, I found the last empty desk—by the window, far right. The classic romcom protagonist's seat.
I hid my smile, sat down, and glanced around.
A brand-new day in a strange new town. A chance to try something different. But no matter how much I tried to forget…
that incident
…would never leave me.
"Hold on…"
I remembered an anime where the love interest always sat next to the protagonist.
I slowly turned to my right. A girl with shoulder-length grey hair, wearing a life jacket of all things, was chatting with another student. Her outfit barely covered her thighs.
Isn't that too hot?
"U-um…"
She stopped, slowly turning toward me. White lashes, blue pupils, pale glowing skin—like she didn't belong here at all.
"Ooh…?" A sly grin spread across her lips. She leaned on her desk, eyes locked on mine.
"You're hot. Go out with me," she said.
Huh?!