Spring. It was supposed to be the season of new encounters and hope.
But for me, it was nothing more than a season of despair—"So it begins again… this ordeal."
Looking back on my elementary school days, my memories were like a blank desert.
Friends? Zero.
The only people who spoke to me were trembling teachers who had forced themselves to gather the courage, a handful of overzealous girls who began worshipping me from afar, or boys too terrified to even make eye contact.
My overwhelming, inhuman beauty—and the "Aizen Poem Auto-Conversion Function" that grotesquely amplified my unfathomable charisma—had firmly established me as someone no one should approach.
(This time… this time for sure, I'm going to have a normal, refreshing middle school debut…!)
Adjusting the collar of my brand-new uniform, I stepped into Class 1-A.
Inside my head, I rehearsed a bright greeting:"Good morning! Nice to meet you!"I even loosened my facial muscles, convinced I had formed a "refreshing smile."
But the moment I stepped into the classroom, the lively chatter died instantly.
"…!"
"…Who… was that just now…?"
"…It feels like I can't breathe…"
Whispers spread. Apparently, I was radiating some mysterious pressure just by walking.
I took my seat and waited for introductions.
Eventually, prompted by the homeroom teacher, my turn came.
I stood up and looked around at my classmates.
Alright—just a normal introduction:
"My name is Sosuke Aizen. My hobby is reading. Please take care of me."
That's all I wanted to say.
I opened my mouth.
"—My name is Sosuke Aizen."
So far, so good.
"…The form you see before you is merely a single truth. But the abyss that spreads behind it is not something you need to know. …Just live these fleeting three years as best as you can within the corner of my vision."
(NOOOOOOOOO!! NOT AGAIN!! WHY!? I JUST WANTED TO SAY 'NICE TO MEET YOU'!!)
The classroom froze—worse than before.
The teacher dropped his attendance book. A girl in the front row teared up in fear.
(It's over… My middle school life ended in 30 seconds… I've got world-class intelligence and athletic ability, but my communication skills are completely broken!? Is this a curse!?)
Holding back tears of blood internally, I returned gracefully to my seat.
Every movement likely looked like "a merciless predator" to them.
Months passed.
As expected, I remained completely isolated.
During lunch, while others chatted in groups, I quietly left for the library.
Compared to the noisy classroom, the scent of old books and silence soothed my "poem-spewing mind."
(Sigh… Guess I'll read a mystery novel alone again.)
I sat near the back, by the foreign classics shelf.
My sanctuary.
But that day—someone was already there.
"…Ah."
Soft, pale silver hair.
A girl with gentle, shining eyes peeked out from behind a pile of books.
Same uniform—different class.
"…Hello. Do you perhaps like that book too?"
She pointed to the niche mystery novel I was reaching for.
Normally, people froze like frogs before a snake when they saw me.
But she didn't.
Her eyes held no fear—only curiosity and warmth.
(Wait… she's not scared!? Seriously!?)
I panicked internally.
But my mouth activated "Aizen Mode" anyway.
"—A coincidence, then. Words often exist to conceal truth. Yet the murderous intent sealed within this book shines with an untainted brilliance. …Are you, too, captivated by that light?"
(NO!! I JUST WANTED TO SAY 'Yeah, it's interesting!' PLEASE FORGET THAT!!)
I braced for her to run away.
But—
"…Hehe. That's a fascinating way to put it. 'Words exist to conceal truth,' huh? It's true that the essence of stories often lies between the lines. …You have a very lovely sensibility."
She smiled gently—like a blooming flower.
"…Huh?"
"I'm Hiyori Shiina from Class C. And you are?"
"…Aizen. Sosuke."
"So, Aizen-kun. …The books you choose are always interesting. If you don't mind, may I sit next to you? I'd like to enjoy reading together."
(What an angel… She accepts me like this… Is she a saint? An actual angel?)
Moved deeply, I nodded.
"…It would be my honor, Shiina. …To share this solitary contemplation with someone who has such clear eyes… perhaps it is not such a bad future after all."
(If she smiles, I'll become a poem machine for life!!)
And so, she sat beside me.
Under the soft afternoon sunlight, a silver-haired girl and a boy resembling a god of death shared a quiet moment.
For the first time, I felt like I had found a place where I belonged.
Time passed.
By autumn of our third year, nothing had changed outwardly.
I was still the "isolated demon king."
Perfect scores. Overwhelming athletic ability. Ever-growing fear.
(Sigh… Still no friends besides her…)
But the library remained different.
There—
"…Oh? You seem to have wandered deeper into the forest of words today."
(I just wanted to say 'Hey, reading something difficult again?'!)
She smiled.
"Good afternoon, Sosuke-kun."
We spent our days like that.
She was my only friend.
Hiyori Shiina understood even my ridiculous "poetry."
Then came the turning point.
Career counseling.
My blank form caught the teacher's attention.
He recommended a school:
Advanced Nurturing High School
(Full scholarship. Dorm life. Monthly allowance… This is too good…)
Perfect.
But—
(Wait… that means leaving this town… leaving Hiyori…)
I hesitated.
(No… I don't want that…)
Later, in the library—
"Hiyori… where do you plan to go?"
She hesitated.
"…Actually… I was recommended a special school…"
"…Go on."
"…It's called Advanced Nurturing High School…"
(…Wait.)
"…It's a boarding school… with one of the largest libraries in the country…"
(WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—)
"…Do you know it?"
(SHE'S GOING THERE TOO!?)
My despair instantly flipped into explosive joy.
(YESSS!! SAME SCHOOL!! DORM LIFE!! READING TOGETHER FOREVER!!)
Outwardly, I smiled coolly.
"…What a beautiful coincidence… Hiyori."
"…Huh?"
"I, too, have been invited there. It seems… fate has no intention of ending our conversations just yet."
(LET'S GOOOO MY MOUTH FINALLY DID SOMETHING RIGHT!!)
Her eyes sparkled.
"Really!? You too!?"
"Yes. If you are there… even a dull school life might become a pleasant diversion."
(WE WON.)
And so—
The reincarnated man with the mind of an ordinary person, but the presence and speech of a final boss—
Sosuke Aizen
—decided to step into the world of:
Classroom of the Elite
Alongside his only friend.
Unaware that waiting for him there was a reunion with the White Room's masterpiece—
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji.