V2Ch3: Akane is finally transferring!… Or so she says.

Translator: Soafp

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Thanks to Mio’s slow pace and concern for my well-being, we arrived at school just in time for the morning homeroom.

As we entered the classroom together, my classmates immediately fell silent and started looking at me with an expression that seemed like they wanted to say something.

They must be feeling guilty in their own way. However, perhaps they’re struggling to come up with proper words of apology for the terrible way they treated me.

With my classmates watching, I silently took my seat without expecting or needing any further apologies.

The once lively classroom now felt like a funeral. The air was heavy and suffocating.

In an attempt to break the tension, when Sanada, who was sitting at a distance, seemed about to say something to me, the chime rang, and Yuuki-sensei entered the classroom.

“Alright, let’s get started. …Kirisima and Saito are absent after all. Oh well. Hey, everyone! Before homeroom, I want to introduce a transfer student who will be joining your class from today on! …Todoroki, you may come in. Please give us a brief self-introduction.”

A transfer student? Come to think of it, I vaguely remember the teacher mentioning it yesterday. Well, it’s not like I have any interest in making new friends from now on.

Nevertheless, as a transfer student, is there such a disastrous day to transfer in? Even though it’s not her fault, the atmosphere is incredibly hostile. Even in my current state, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her.

The transfer student called by the teacher entered slowly, moving as if she were a robot.

Her same-side hand and foot moved together when she walked, clearly showing her nervousness. She seemed so stiff that it felt like she might make squeaky noises any moment. Eventually, she stood at the front of the classroom.

She appeared quite shy, her face already flushed.

However, I could tell that she had an exceptionally beautiful appearance. She was probably around 160 centimeters tall. Her lustrous red hair was striking, and every feature of her face was so well-proportioned that one could believe she had jumped out of an anime as a fittingly beautiful girl. Additionally, without specifying, she had a well-endowed figure.

Under normal circumstances, the boys in the class would be delighted and say things like, “An angel on par with Mio-chan has come to the school!” But unfortunately, now everyone remained silent, overwhelmed by the tension in the room.

The transfer student took a deep breath, and as if she had made a decision, her expression suddenly turned resolute.

“Yaya!! I am… ah, I have come from Kyoto… ah, here I am! Hup! I am the super strong and super cute beauty who will make a name for herself in the world!!”

The transfer student began speaking in a pose reminiscent of a Kabuki actor, causing everyone present to struggle to understand what was happening. No one even managed to let out a laugh in the heavy atmosphere.

It felt as if I were witnessing a novice comedian bombing on their debut stage right before my eyes.

Truly a hellish situation. No, it might even be a solo performance that would make demons in hell shed tears.

Nevertheless, the strange girl with crimson hair, who mustered up unnecessary courage, didn’t stop her incomprehensible rampage.

She energetically lifted her bursting chest and declared loudly, “I am Akane Todoroki!! Remember my name, you scoundrels!! I shall become the ideal woman that all girls in the world admire, a true lady!”

What on earth was I witnessing? My classmates and even Yuuki-sensei had their mouths gaping open in astonishment.

Finally, the transfer student seemed to regain her senses amidst the class atmosphere and, overwhelmed by embarrassment, lowered her head.

“…….Umm… um… Nice to meet you all…”

The confident demeanor from earlier had completely disappeared, replaced by a voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

Perhaps feeling sorry for her, the class representative started clapping with a stunned expression.

Starting with her, one by one, the applause spread in a circle.

But as the transfer student momentarily rejoiced at the sight, the applause abruptly stopped around the fifth person.

Then, the transfer student looked at me with puppy eyes, as if pleading for applause.

But I’m sorry. I gracefully ignored her.

Just now, she secured the top spot in my “Definitely Don’t Get Involved With” ranking.

While I had already decided not to deepen new friendships with anyone, she was particularly dangerous. A dangerously overwhelming presence.

The transfer student, whose shoulder slumped as I ignored her, finally caught the attention of Yuuki-sensei, who had regained her ability to think, and she gently patted her shoulder.

“O… Ou… Well… what is it? Do your best, alright? I’m here to support you, you know? As for the seat… um, yeah, next to Yagami should be fine. It’s conveniently empty.”

This Sensei.

The troublesome girl walked unsteadily and sat next to me. It’s as if she has no vitality, as if she’s in a daze.

“A-Alright, let’s start the class! I’m going to stay because the first period is Japanese. Last time we…”

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During the break after class, I happened to glance to the side and saw the transfer student with sparkling eyes full of anticipation.

She had been in a daze throughout the class, but now she seemed to be in high spirits. Her face, which had turned bright red out of embarrassment, had returned to its naturally pale complexion and had a lively expression that exuded vitality.

Could it be? After making such a debut, is she expecting something like that transfer student privilege? That thing you often see in manga and anime, where transfer students are showered with attention during break time?

Classmates started coming over here. The transfer student next to me was happily exclaiming and making excited noises.

Ignoring the transfer student, my classmates turned their attention towards me.

“I’m sorry, Taiga… I’m really sorry!!”

“Yagami-kun, I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…”

“No, really, it’s fine. You don’t have to worry. I’m truly okay.”

I really mean it. Perhaps my classmates thought my response sounded cold because they hesitated and didn’t leave immediately.

“No… I… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!”

A piercing scream echoed from the seat next to me.