Twelve years ago, at Chiba Academy, a tragedy unfolded that would stain the school forever.
The beloved idol and star student of Class 3-A, Ai Hoshino, was murdered in cold blood by her obsessive stalker.
The killing came after the shocking revelation that she was pregnant — a secret she had desperately hidden, shielding her child from the relentless gaze of her fans and the eyes of the masses.
She was not just an idol in the eyes of her followers.
She was cherished by her classmates, admired by her teachers, and adored by everyone who crossed paths with her.
Even though she had disappeared for nearly an entire year during her second grade of high school due to the pregnancy, her absence didn't erase her popularity.
If anything, it intensified it. Her fans, her classmates, and the school itself wove her into a legend, and legends always breed delusions.
So when she died, the delusion consumed reality. Her classmates refused to acknowledge her death. They continued to greet her every morning, bowing toward her empty desk as though she were still seated there.
They left her notes, gifts, and flowers. They pretended to hear her voice. The entire school played along, treating her absence as though it never existed.
Even during the graduation ceremony, when they should have closed the book on their years together, her classmates acted as though she stood among them.
They laughed, they celebrated, and they smiled toward a space that wasn't filled by flesh and blood.
And then came the photograph. The official graduation picture of Class 3-A was taken, the entire class standing together in rows.
But when the photos were developed, there she was — Ai Hoshino — smiling brightly among them, her figure as vivid as the day she was alive.
That was when the curse began.
From that day onward, Chiba Academy became a place whispered about in hushed voices. Class 3-A was no longer an ordinary classroom.
It became a breeding ground for death.
Every year, without fail, the students of Class 3-A suffered gruesome ends as graduation approached. It wasn't limited to them either — their relatives were dragged into the curse, their fates just as horrific.
Some drowned suddenly at the nearby beach, lungs filled with saltwater. Others had their throats punctured by knives, shards of glass, or jagged metal.
There were even cases where students were crushed beneath massive construction machinery, bodies mangled beyond recognition.
The deaths were cruel, violent, and deliberate, as if fate itself toyed with them in the style of some nightmarish "Final Destination."
The first time, it was dismissed as an accident. A coincidence. The second time, unease stirred.
But when it happened again and again, year after year, there was no denying it anymore — something unnatural had taken root in Class 3-A.
The authorities stepped in, and the academy was closed down.
Officially, the government announced that the school had been shut for ethical misconduct, citing poor management and failures in educational duty.
That was the story fed to the masses. The truth — the curse, the supernatural phenomenon tied to Ai Hoshino's death — was buried deep.
But silencing the truth came with a price.
With the school closed, the curse spread beyond its walls. Horrific accidents erupted all across Japan, claiming the lives of people regardless of status or class.
Poor, middle class, elites, even members of the royal family — no one was spared. The curse had broken free from Chiba Academy and now wandered the nation, indiscriminate and merciless.
The government, desperate to contain the disaster, had no choice but to reopen Chiba Academy.
Once the gates were unlocked and students filled the halls again, the curse receded, once more bound to Class 3-A. It tightened its grip specifically on them, striking only when graduation approached.
And so, the cycle continues. Year after year, Class 3-A carries the weight of Ai Hoshino's death. Year after year, the curse claims its chosen victims. It has never ended, and to this day, Chiba Academy is remembered not as a place of education, but as a living shrine to tragedy.
The black-haired girl's slender fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the script in her hand.
Her knuckles whitened, her heartbeat accelerating with every line she re-read.
She looked at me with a mixture of fascination and a clear, preemptive nervousness in her voice.
"Aqua-kun… I have to ask about the title. Why in the world did you choose to call the story My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected? More importantly, I need to know how you intend to justify the setting itself."
"You're telling me students would willingly enroll in a school where such horrific rumors circulate — rumors of suffering, even death? And this 'Class A'… why would anyone willingly walk into it if the price is supposedly so cruel?"
"I admit, the concept could be a hit, but unless you explain the logic and fill in the cracks, it collapses before it can stand."
I gave her a dry, knowing chuckle. "That's why I made sure the government is involved, Miss Yukinoshita. Think about it — no matter how horrible the rumors, if the government frames the school as an elite institution, controls the flow of information, and markets it as reformed, people will swallow the bait."
"The rumor then becomes just that — a rumor. Scary, yes, but unverifiable, and therefore easy to dismiss. They announce to the public that the academy has been completely renovated, purged of corruption, stripped of abuse, and reborn as a shining model of fairness and excellence."
"Anyone who graduates here is guaranteed status, wealth, and a direct pipeline to the country's most prestigious universities and corporations. It's too attractive to pass up."
"Parents look past whispers when their child's future is secured. Students suppress their fear in exchange for opportunity."
I leaned back in my chair, my expression turning confident. "And Class A? That's where they sweeten the deal even more. To those who make it, the government promises the kind of benefits ordinary people could only dream about. Money, power, recognition. That dangling carrot alone ensures there are always volunteers, always dreamers, always desperate souls willing to risk the shadows behind the rumor."
Haruno tilted her head slightly, tapping the script against her palm as her gaze bore into him.
She spoke carefully, measuring her words. "I see… but that only explains the surface. Rumors spread like wildfire, Aqua-kun. And if the accidents keep happening, if students continue to vanish or suffer, how do you propose they suppress the truth indefinitely? Even the government cannot silence everyone."
My smirk deepened, edged with dark amusement.
"Not forever. Nothing lasts forever. But at least in the timeline of the story — when the events are unfolding — the illusion is still intact."
"They bury the truth by replacing it with something more controllable, more digestible to the public. An urban legend. They create a forum, a digital place where students can write down the names of the people they hate most."
"And the legend claims that if you write a name there, your wish will come true. The hated student will vanish. Whether willingly or by force, those marked by hatred end up in Class A."
"The public no longer sees disappearances as some faceless massacre or supernatural curse. Instead, they blame it on human malice, on the cruelty of their peers."
"Rumor is replaced with rumor — one far easier to spread and far more believable in a cynical world."
After pause for a moment, I continued. "For the students inside the academy, for those trapped in Class A, they know the truth. They know it's not just a story, not just a legend. The deaths, the suffering, the despair — all of it is real. But to the outside world, their eyes are diverted."
"The attention is captured by this forum, this malicious tool that feeds into teenage cruelty and convinces everyone that the disappearances are simply the natural result of hatred manifesting."
"To every outsider, it's not some mysterious slaughterhouse. It's the consequence of being hated."
I chuckled again, but there was no humor in it — only the bitterness of someone who understood how ugly people could be. "And so, every teenager who becomes the target of their peers' malice eventually finds themselves enrolled in Class A of Chiba Academy. A perfect system of fear, rumor, and control."
This is the plot I've cooked up. I ripped the premise straight out of the urban legend from 1998 Yomiyama City—the one where Yomiyama North Middle School's Class 3-3 suffered that horrifying, cyclical curse. The incident was real and authentic in my story's world, but I merged that premise with Chiba Academy, weaving it directly into Yukino Yukinoshita's personal life and the hidden history of the Yukinoshita family. It fits seamlessly without contradicting my larger goals.
The Yukinoshita family gains deeper layers, a darker edge to their fame and reputation, and I gain a powerful ally and connection with them. It's a win-win situation.
Not only that, but in the future, when I eventually make films starring Ai, this project will give me a massive boost in visibility. People who've grown curious about Ai's character and future will definitely be drawn to a sequel that reveals the detailed, gritty reasons behind her status as a beloved idol—the buried trauma and systemic darkness that shaped her.
"So, Yukino ends up being shoved into some cursed class? Why? She's way too cute for people to hate her," Haruno Yukinoshita complained, though her tone suggested she wasn't actually minding the idea at all.
I stared back with my usual deadpan expression. "Well, if you mind that, then just consider this script never existed."
Haruno pouted playfully. "You're no fun, Hoshino-kun. Fine… no need to change anything. Is there anything I can do to help make the script more… perfect?"
"I figured I'd need your sister's backstory," I stated plainly. "If you don't mind, of course. If you'd rather not share, I'll just make something up."
Haruno Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, her sharp eyes weighing the implications, before giving a slight, conceding nod. "Can."
"Now, let's talk business. Since the script is still incomplete… who will be the 'extra' in the class?"
In the story, even though the government basically sent them to die, that didn't mean they lacked compassion.
The students who enrolled in Class A were at least told about the concept of the "extra," and how it was tied to a past idol who had been murdered by her own obsessive fan.
The "extra" was a classmate who had already died but returned as if nothing had happened.
Everyone's memories were twisted and rewritten so thoroughly that nobody even realized the person had ever died.
They treated the extra like they were alive and normal, which triggered the curse.
Anyone who interacted with the extra or broke that taboo would die a horrible death.
The only way to survive was to ignore the extra completely… or kill them outright.
In this movie, Yukino was chosen as the extra, shunned and treated as though she didn't exist by her classmates.
But main character of story, Hikigaya Hachiman, a transfer student from Advanced Nurturing High School—and an expelled student at that, according to the story—broke the taboo.
He acknowledged her and interacted with her.
That single act shattered the balance.
The curse ignited. The deaths began. One by one, the countdown marched forward, and the classroom turned into a stage where horror unfolded in rapid, merciless succession.
And that, at its core, was the true story of My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected — not as a warm rom-com about awkward teenagers fumbling through love, but as a merciless horror where affection, recognition, and even basic human empathy could get you killed.
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