A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [2]

Sobu High was considered one of the relatively famous schools nearby.

To be precise, Sobu High was listed among several other renowned high schools in Japan.

Among them were Shuchi'in Academy, famous for its aristocratic students; the elite-affiliated academy cultivating future political leaders; Hyakkaou Academy, notorious for its gambling addicts; and the incomprehensibly athletic Seishun Academy.

Compared to these, Sobu High didn’t seem particularly outstanding.

In sports, it couldn’t compete with Seishun Academy, and its graduates didn't seem to achieve any notable accomplishments.

Yet somehow, it forcibly squeezed itself into this group of famous schools.

Few knew exactly why, but no one really cared about that anyway.

The required entrance scores weren’t high, the learning atmosphere was relaxed, and both the campus facilities and teaching resources were pretty decent.

Most importantly, the tuition fees weren’t high—actually, they were extremely low.

A school like this was extremely popular among ordinary families.

For most students from less affluent households, Sobu High was practically their dream school.

“Morning.”

Sliding open the classroom door, Makoto Rōma greeted the class perfunctorily.

Several boys gathered in a circle chatting casually responded without turning around, continuing their excited conversation.

Though the new term had just started, they'd already formed their own little groups surprisingly fast.

Stuffing his schoolbag into his desk, Rōma took out the textbook for the first period, then immediately began daydreaming as he stared out the window.

His seat wasn’t the protagonist seat—second-to-last row by the window—but the one directly in front of it.

In other words, right in front of the protagonist’s seat.

“Morning, Makoto Rōma.”

The boy seated in front of Rōma turned back to speak, unconsciously pushing up his glasses. The beauty mark near his eye was especially conspicuous.

“Ah, morning, Sakamoto. Been a while.”

Rōma, who had been idly staring at a cherry blossom tree outside, snapped back to reality and looked at his friend.

Both considered each other among the very few friends they actually had.

“To be precise, we saw each other just yesterday.”

“Same difference. Take it too seriously, and you lose.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, but even I know that phrase is used for romance.”

“Like I said, take it seriously, and you lose.”

Time slowly drifted by as the two chatted aimlessly.

Ding~

When the bell rang, the boys clustered around the room finally returned to their seats.

But even back in their seats, they continued to crane their necks excitedly, whispering to their newfound friends about experiences they thought were hilarious.

Occasionally, some self-deprecating jokes were thrown in, attempts to subtly catch the attention of the girls nearby.

Boys with good looks were quietly labeled as "funny and charming" by the girls in their hearts.

Those with average looks were simply marked as "dumbasses."

This is what youth is all about, huh?

“Quiet down, everyone.”

The balding, middle-aged teacher entered the room, clutching a stack of lesson notes he'd prepared diligently the night before.

He slammed his notes forcefully onto the lectern, shouting:

“Our progress has fallen behind! From now on, we’ll have to pick up the pace!”

But it's only the second class, old man.

A few girls quietly murmured under their breath.

Who the heck could be falling behind in just the second lesson?

“Sensei!”

Just as the middle-aged teacher was about to start class, the door suddenly burst open, revealing a rather disheveled-looking Aki Tomoya shouting urgently.

“Student, what’s your problem?”

The teacher put down the chalk in his hand, casting a displeased glance toward Aki.

Based on Aki’s next answer, he would decide how to treat this student for the rest of the semester.

Late on only the second day—truly outrageous.

If there wasn’t a good excuse, he’d have him standing outside the classroom!

“Um...well...”

Tomoya stammered, unsure how to explain himself.

What was he supposed to say?

That a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair suddenly approached him on the way to school, calling him "darling," and they'd ended up chatting for a while?

Like hell he could say something that embarrassing out loud!

Although he supposedly had no interest in 3D girls (self-proclaimed), that girl had been way too cute!

Cute enough to have walked straight out of a 2D world.

Tomoya hesitated.

“I... I guess...someone confessed to me?”

Tomoya answered uncertainly.

The class fell briefly silent, then burst out into uproarious laughter.

“Is he joking?”

“Maybe he’s still half asleep?”

“This idiot probably confused his delusions with reality again, didn’t he?”

“Shameful display.”

That’s right—even though it was only the second day of school, everyone already knew Tomoya Aki was a hopeless otaku.

It wasn’t accidental exposure—yesterday, the idiot stood proudly at the front of the classroom before class, enthusiastically recommending a light novel to the entire class, boldly declaring:

"I have absolutely no interest in your 3D girls! My heart belongs entirely to the 2D world!"

That was pretty much how it went down.

Ruining his own reputation on the very first day of school—truly a rare talent.

“Just go back to your seat for now. We’ll discuss this later.”

A vein visibly pulsed on the teacher’s forehead as he restrained his mounting anger.

Why do I suddenly want to throw this idiot out?

“Eh? You actually believe me?”

“…Just shut up and sit!”

“I’m sorry! Really sorry!”

Amid everyone’s contemptuous stares, Tomoya quickly returned to his seat—directly to Rōma’s right.

“You said someone confessed to you. What exactly happened?”

Taking advantage of the teacher's distraction, Rōma whispered softly.

“This extremely cute girl suddenly called me ‘darling’ and then asked where the love token she gave me went.”

Scratching his head awkwardly, Tomoya felt his mind turning into mush.

What the heck was all this anyway?

It felt like his life had suddenly diverged from what he'd expected.

“Was that cute girl’s hair black, long, and straight?”

“Yeah, exactly! Wait, how did you know?”

Tomoya stared at Rōma, shocked.

“Obviously, I saw her.”

“Oh, um…”

Upon hearing Rōma’s words, Tomoya experienced a rare surge of embarrassment.

How should he put it?

It felt as if someone had just uncovered a little secret of his.

“Ahem. Students who don’t plan to study, kindly stay quiet and refrain from distracting your classmates.”

The teacher’s annoyed voice echoed through the room. Tomoya deflated instantly, like an eggplant struck by frost.

Seeing this, Rōma temporarily shelved the conversation.

Still refusing to give up, huh?

Thoughtfully stroking his chin, Rōma discreetly took out his phone, typed a quick message, and sent it.

—[That person appeared again last night.]

Only seconds later, a reply came back to Rōma’s phone.

—[Acknowledged.]

After seeing the reply, Rōma slipped his phone back into his bag.

He was a good student, after all. How could he possibly not pay attention in class?

The middle-aged teacher glanced back approvingly at Rōma, who was diligently taking notes.

Indeed, this student was quite good.

Just unfortunately influenced by a certain someone.

Thinking this, the teacher once again shot an angry glare at Aki Tomoya.

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T/N: KLMAOOAOOASOFOAFJJFO love token huh...

also sakomotooooo its the hot and cool one btw not the assassin

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