The class 2-E sign pointed to the place. You should have already suspected that it is not just any room. Here are gathered the students that the school considers too problematic or promising, or have a more murky past than the others. The above is just an excuse to have the interesting characters together and in constant socialization.

In the rest of the rooms there are few interesting people. Although I am sure that the God of this world will use the students of Room 2-A, or the disciplinary council, for future conflicts. The designs of those people are too elaborate to ignore them. But for now my class is the most important.

We opened the door and a chalk whistled in the direction of my forehead. I raised my hand and held it between my fingers, I lowered it and watched the teacher with a smile. She returned it to me with an equally fierce expression.

"Good catch, Toriyama, but if you come back late I will not be so clement. Go and take a seat."

I obeyed. It would be idiotic to tempt Sasaki-sensei's spirit. In the scale of danger level that I designed (That someday I will show to the delight of you, spectators) she is in the middle-high part. Not for nothing is the only one capable of handling the second-year rarities room. Legend has it that the other teachers who tried such a feat ended up tearing their hair or in a padded room. Only a cruel beauty like Sasaki could win the role of teacher. Can you imagine if he was a bald middle-aged man? It would never attract the fans. A powerful redhead with her hair tied in a long ponytail (Not as long as that of Tora), that sells.

The seats of the delinquents are in the last row near the wall, there we meet to chat idle and annoy the rest. Of course I am always with a careful eye on the lessons. I can be bad, but secretly I try to have a good academic average. It would be terrible if all the other characters advance to third year and I get stuck. That is why I also help Tora with her homework, she is very carefree and without me she would surely leave school. Yamazaki is a smart guy, he knows how to take care of his studies.

Let's take advantage of the fact that the teacher is writing equations on the blackboard to introduce them to others.

There is Hashimoto, Satoshi for friends. He is daydreaming while looking out the window like every protagonist who appreciates himself. Better let's leave it for the end.

One of the twins who appeared in the Opening is in the middle of the room, I remember that her last name is Murakami. It seems to be reading with an ashen expression a physics book moving forward, it looks so complicated that I barely looked at the title, it gave me a headache. But make no mistake, that's a facade! Nothing can fool my attention to detail! Hide a thinner notebook between the encyclopedia. A diary? A light novel? I suspect that she is a fujoshi in a closet. No class is complete without the fujoshi of the closet.

Daigo sits close to her. He is a tall, dark and muscular guy, a man of few words. It is also one of the best in the archery club. Because of his intimidating appearance many think he is a criminal, but I doubt it. It reminds me of the typical big guy who loves vegetables and animals, with a heart so big it does not fit in his chest.

In the front row, writing at full speed what the teacher writes on the blackboard, is Akira, the youngest son of the well-known Minagawa family. He has well-groomed hair and an impeccable uniform, as well as glasses that he pushes every so often towards the bridge of his nose to say something "intelligent". He has an important role, some would even say more important than mine (Ignorant). He is the protagonist's rival. But oddly enough, he has never had a direct conflict with Satoshi. I imagine that when the plot begins and Satoshi discovers its true power, the tension between these two skyrocketed.

What...? How do I know they are rivals? Simple ... I studied their lives thoroughly. In the past both were close friends, but since Akira began to concentrate fully on his future he stopped treating Satoshi, to the point of considering him a stranger. They see him? Rivalry is written alone! And if it does not happen, well, I exist to fit the pieces of the story. I will be the recurring villain of this plot, I am interested in an entertaining story.

To complete the trinity of childhood friends there is Nakahara Sakura, the current president of the class. A sweet girl, with a pink hairstyle trimmed to the shoulders, tender face and spectacular body. It also has a reserve of patience and almost infinite smiles. The boys want it, the girls want to be like her ... To me, the truth is that it scares me ... I have no reason to fear him, it's just my villain instinct speaking. I try to always keep my distance from her.

Now with the appetizers dispatched, let's serve the main dish ... Hashimoto Satoshi!

Look at him, with his face and skinny body as a girl, crazy blue hair and carefree expression, his face asks for a punch. Why did I play a protagonist like him? He is the typical herbivore who lets himself be dragged by the situation and by the girls of his harem (I bet my lunch for a year to get a harem). Where was the rude boy but with good intentions? The hyperactive and ambitious brat with a voracious appetite? Satoshi looks like the guy who solves everything with the power taken from the ass of friendship. I hate that that happens.

But crying over spilled milk is useless. He is the protagonist that touched me and I have to work in the most professional way possible. The first thing is to create a natural hostility towards me, not too high to be considered pure hatred, but if necessary to bother meeting me. A villain who is not disowned is not a decent villain.

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The lunch bell rang, it's time to work.

I waited for all the students to get ahead of me, maybe in the hall I had a chance to torment Satoshi. To disguise I talked about idle things with Tora and Yamazaki; Where we would go to roam today; In which part of the city they sell the best cigarettes; Which car we would destroy this afternoon; Evil things. Better that good guys cover their ears.

As always the extras were the first to leave the room, followed by the teacher. Satoshi continued lost among the clouds, observing the sky with a melancholy air. What do those blue eyes see ...? The bloody New Year's Eve again? So much guilt eats at you, weakling?

A light and close laugh surprised me.

" Huh ?! What is so funny, Yamazaki?! " I stretched my neck and my face, the veins marked me. It is my tactic to show great anger. It took me years to perfect it.

" When you look at Hashimoto-kun you put on an expression that is very scary, boss. It seems you want to kill him".

Oh, he realized! Damn Yamakazi, bragging about your observation skills. Do not believe that your character overshadowed mine, no matter how handsome and enigmatic you are. To compensate I have a mountain of will.

" What expression? What are you talking about?" Asked Tora, just waking up from one of his daily naps. She never finds out about anything, better ignore her.

" The next time you laugh at me I'll beat you up!" I threatened him. He limited himself to lowering his head but not disappearing his subtle smile.

A fuzzy colored stain poop flew by from the living room entrance and ended up facing Satoshi. Its appearance is so coarse and ordinary, but instead of turning it into an extra its simplicity makes it stand out among the best drawn. Kotarou Miura, the great pervert of the school and best friend of the protagonist!

" Good morning, Satoshi-kun!" He exclaimed with such force that my eardrums trilled. The gifts he possesses for being a pervert are a high source of energy and a tolerance to pain above average, only so his kind could survive the girls of this school and any other program. It is a tough slug.

" Good morning, Miura, do you need something?" Satoshi asked. Unlike Miura his tone is sharp and calm.

" How do I need something? Can not I visit my beloved friend?" He laughed, but the next moment his face darkened seriously and came so close to Satoshi that their noses almost collide. "But now that you say it ..."

Here we go again.

" I just noticed that Sakura-chan's chest appeared more splendid today. Could you find out your size? It's for the record" You can whisper everything you want, but nothing escapes my ears. Although her words are not just an open book for me, one of Miura's weaknesses is that everything she says is perfectly audible to girls, especially if she talks morbid things. The God of this world did it this way so that the scenes where he is beaten by pervert were written alone. From here I noticed the almost imperceptible shudder of Nakahara.

" Size...?" Satoshi sounded unconvinced. Logically, it is an herbivore. If it were another kind of protagonist, it would be shouting "Long live the used panties!" Or similar ridiculousness.

" Come on, come on, you're closer to her than me. Tell him it's for study things"

" What kind of study would that be ?!"

" Invent it, you're smart" He knelt and put his hands together as if in prayer. " Please, Satoshi! It is life or death! If I do not have the updated record for tomorrow, I will not be able to compare the sizes of all the girls with the new student!"

" New student?"

New student? It will be...?!

" Oh, you did not know?" Miura smiled with all her teeth. " My sources told me that tomorrow class 2-E will receive a new classmate. It is unknown how it is, but seeing the background of this safe room is another rebel. I hope she's beautiful"

" Do you know his name?"

" Of course I know, my sources are very competent!" He pointed to himself proudly. "Remember, you heard it first from me. Her name is Ryuuga Mitsuki"

Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki.

The image of the girl with the bamboo sword came back to my head. Photogenic face, very dark long hair, slim body, firm but elegant walk, and an electric blue look that keeps the fierceness of a dragon. No doubt, it has to be her!

This is serious. If the main heroine of the story is near, it means that it is not long before the plot begins. I must move my cards, before finishing the day my importance in the life of Satoshi has to increase.

I got up and without saying anything I walked towards Miura. I wrapped my arm around his neck and squeezed him into a firm fighting wrench.

" Toriyama-san! You are suffocating me! "The words came out strangled. He started kicking but I did not let him go. Shut! You are the comic relief! You were born to suffer and the spectator makes fun of your misery!

" What's wrong, can not you bear a light squeeze, Kotarou?" I'm currently the barbarian brabucón. Shouting and belittling is indispensable. "I heard what you said, a new student is coming"

" Yes ... Are you interested ... " His face is more and more purple.

I have to plant seeds. What are the seeds? Simple, possible plots that may explode in the future. They can be anything from intimacy to a character who has a great chance of befriending Satoshi, to a sudden love interest in one of the protagonist's suitors, whatever it's worth to end up in conflict. Obvious that not all will bear fruit, but take the failure as an excuse is lazy.

" Ara, ara, it's my duty as head of the band to be aware of possible new subordinates" Good. With this seed maybe I can have a scene where I try to corral the heroine to join my group and she gives me a beating. I'm not a masochist, but whether I want it or not, failure is part of the life of a recurring villain, thanks to my defeat she will look great.

" Ah ... New subordinate ...? I understand ..."

" Toriyama-san, you're hurting him" Satoshi complained. Like any slave hero of morality, he does not appreciate seeing others being tormented.

" You want me to hurt you ?!"

He opened his mouth to answer me but swallowed his words. We had eye contact for a few seconds, but almost immediately turned our eyes to the desk. Relax, you are the protagonist, when the plot of the beginning everything will improve for you.

" Enough!" The voice came from behind. I looked over my shoulder, Nakahara's strict eyes confronted me. She stood with her hands on her hips in a reproachful pose. "If you continue to bother Kotarou-san this will become a matter of the disciplinary committee!"

I'm not afraid of the committee, the most they can do is send me to clean the dining room or get me to order the library. But I must behave like a bad boy, authority and I are natural enemies. I clicked my tongue and let go of Miura, he sprawled on the floor with his pupils in a spiral. He is quite determined with his role.

" Let's go!" I shouted, making Tora and Yamazaki understand that I do not want problems. I walked away from Satoshi's desk to leave. When Nakahara passed by, my shoulder collided with his, it hit me hard, it was not casual. I turned to see her expression, but she was already helping Miura with Satoshi's support.

What bug does this girl have?