Shiyon stood confidently in front of the class and continued, “….Therefore, to properly celebrate his arrival, Sen-chun and I have decided to organize a small Kendo tournament exclusively for our Kendo club members. And Yuuno-chun will be the one to face the champion in a match.” “Wohaaa!!” The class erupted in cheers at the announcement.…

“Sakuran-chi! Good to see you! But shouldn’t you be in class?” A cheerful, warm voice called out just as Yuuto disappeared from sight. Startled, Sakura quickly turned around, her gaze landing on Shiyon. “A-ahh, Shiyon-san! I was… uh… just on my way to the bathroom, and I thought I’d say hi!” she stammered, caught off…

In the bustling classroom, a table served as the stage for an arm-wrestling showdown. At the center of it all was Shiyon, poised and ready, his arm a symbol of challenge. Eager students crowded around him, each taking their turn to test their might against him. Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, Yuuto brooded. ‘Damn…

“Shiyon Michaels,” Yuuto mumbled in his dimly lit room. “Should’ve tailed him. Bet he sensed my hidden, monstrous powers,” he brooded, sensing his extraordinary ability to creepily stalk other people. “Ahh, Espionage, a craft of the elite, demands decades to master. You could call my prowess a superpower, I’m that adept,” he boasted to the…

The days following were surprisingly peaceful for Yuuto. No NTR dramas to handle – just the usual hassle with the Culture Club. Their late scouting sessions, event preparations, and trip planning meant he was stuck with logistics and seldom got home before 18:00. When the weekend rolled in, bringing a school-free day, Yuuto found himself…

“I ain’t tellin’ nobody ta accept nothin’! What’re ya yammerin’ about?” Sendo mumbled, turning to face a visibly troubled young man from a different class. Meanwhile, Sato and Yuuto hurried down to get a closer look at the unfolding drama. A young man, about the same age as Sendo, was pointing his wooden sword at…

“Why do we even have to sit through their practice, Sato? Can’t Shuncuck here just record it and we watch it later at our own pace?” Yuuto questioned, his arms crossed confidently as he lounged in the gymnasium’s spectator seats. Below, Sendo’s team was in the throes of practice, their movements a blur of energy…

The principal’s office was draped in an austere silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of the principal’s fingers against the polished mahogany table.  Yuuto was sitting on the opposite end of the table, his expression, a canvas of boredom mixed with a tinge of defiance, contrasted starkly against the principal’s stern demeanor.  The principal,…

I’m just your average high-school guy. I’m a loner, by choice. Nobody really interests me. I have no interest in other people’s affairs. I was reading my favorite novel on my way back from school, when suddenly – the novel materialized before my eyes. A being called the Bukaeki appeared itself before everyone! “Hello, puny…

“Haah…” Yuuto sighed, his footsteps echoing hollowly as he left the grim scene behind. ‘Focus. Think about the next step… Think what to do about-‘ Abruptly, his stride faltered. A wave of nausea surged, and he doubled over, retching onto the cold, indifferent street. ‘The…corpse.’ ‘What’s this unease? You knew this day was inevitable, given…