Third Neo-Tokyo Municipal First High School. This was where I’d be studying—and also where I’d suffer.

Let me be clear: this city isn’t some fortress. No weird organizations. Definitely no giant robots to pilot.

When I first heard the name, I was genuinely terrified. Only after investigating thoroughly and confirming none of that existed did I relax.

If any of it ever appeared, I’d guarantee I’d flee this dangerous place immediately.

Luckily, this city was just an ordinary one in Area 11.

The world I’d been reborn into was perfectly normal too.

In short, it was a world without Espers, aliens, monsters, magic—any supernatural forces at all.

I chuckled and shook my head, banishing those weird thoughts. After tidying my appearance, I stepped into the beautiful campus.

At the main gate, I found the shoe lockers. I smoothly swapped into my indoor shoes and began searching for my classroom.

“My class should be… Class 1-E?…”

I muttered to myself, reading the note in my hand. I’d personally insisted to the principal on a class with zero female teachers.

If my teacher were a woman… Just thinking about it made me shudder uncontrollably.

Bad memories resurfaced. My grades had been excellent—I’d been a model student.

All thanks to my middle school homeroom teacher… a truly horrific memory.

This teacher, who hated me, channeled all her dislike into devilish lessons. Standing beside me with a ruler for one-on-one teaching was the least of it.

Worse, during exams, she’d move her chair right next to my desk for constant surveillance.

Among boys, I’d been the most popular. But the girls’ hatred for me was common knowledge—dubbed the school’s number one mystery.

That incident even drew media attention. Scientists studied me… but found nothing, so it was dropped.

Ignoring the strange stares from girls, I searched for my classroom. They must have been puzzled too.

A complete stranger, an utterly ordinary boy—yet seeing him made deep dislike well up inside them, as if he were some heinous creature.

Soon, I found the classroom with the “Class 1-E” sign. I slid open the door to a simple room.

A clean blackboard. Neat desks. Sunlight streamed through windows, carrying cherry blossoms on the spring breeze.

Since I’d arrived early, few students were present.

My arrival drew little notice. Those already there glanced briefly before returning to their tasks—except for a few sailor-uniformed girls giving cold stares.

I just shrugged and took the seat by the back window in the second-to-last row. No girl would sit near me anyway.

I wasn’t picky about seats—as long as I could nap without being spotted.

After placing my bag down, I leaned back, arms crossed. Staying up late from excitement last night made me yawn deeply. I started dozing off, eyes half-closed.

Spring was a season of renewal—but also constant yawning. Spring drowsiness was every student’s arch-nemesis, except honor students.

I don’t know how long I slept. When the bell rang, I suddenly felt off. I lifted my head and opened my eyes.

Several uniformed girls stood before me, pointing and whispering.

“This guy’s so gross! What’s happening? Why do I feel this way?…”

“Probably ’cause he’s sleeping on day one! Disgusting!~”

“Yeah! Yeah!…”

I looked up at the chattering girls towering over me. My eye twitched. Above each head, a red “-100” value glowed without exception.

My first day as a high schooler wouldn’t be peaceful… I muttered inwardly.

I just hoped the girls wouldn’t get worse…

After the bell, the girls who’d stared at me like trash quickly returned to their seats.

I glanced around. The classroom was nearly full—only boys sat near me.

“Just as expected…” I sighed self-deprecatingly.

Even boys avoided the seats in front and behind me. They remained the only empty spots.

Soon after the bell, the door slid open slowly. A young female teacher entered, holding a document folder. She was cute, with an ample bust that’d make many girls envious.

…Though her fashion sense left something to be desired…

I balanced a pen on my nose, evaluating her mentally.

Wait?! A female teacher?! What?! Didn’t the principal swear my class wouldn’t get one?!

My nerves shattered… I could already see hell’s gates opening. The coming days would be dark…

“Good morning, everyone. I’m your homeroom and Japanese teacher.”

The young teacher bowed at the podium, then turned and picked up chalk.

—“Yukimura Akuri”

An elegantly written name appeared on the blackboard.

“My name is Yukimura Akuri. You may call me Ms. Yukimura.”