After putting on the standard school uniform, Isagi left the soccer team’s locker room and returned to the main building.
The hallways of Ichinan High School were quiet, bathed in soft light streaming in through the tall windows.
He didn’t waste time and headed straight to his classroom.
Ichinan’s male uniform consisted of black trousers, a white collared shirt, a light-brown V-neck sweater, and a light-gray blazer on top.
A black tie completed the outfit, which remained consistent throughout the school seasons.
In the past, the blazer had been blue, but the current student council president had suggested the change, and somehow the alteration was approved without much resistance.
The female uniform followed a similar structure, maintaining the school’s elegant standard.
The differences lay in the details, such as the bow tie, the blazer, and the shoulder overlay in shades of white and beige, along with the academy emblem fixed to the collar.
He slowed his pace as he approached classroom 2-B.
He slid the door open carefully, without making unnecessary noise.
As soon as he entered, he was greeted by the low, relaxed murmur of classmates chatting among themselves.
The atmosphere in the room was light: some students were seated at their desks, others standing near the open windows, enjoying the gentle late-morning breeze.
Isagi averted his gaze, moved around the row of desks, and finally reached his seat.
As always, the chair next to his—the one closest to the window—was already occupied by Alya.
She was slightly leaning to the side, resting her face on her hand while looking outside with a serene, almost bored expression.
Her platinum hair, straight and perfectly aligned, reflected the sunlight like strands of silver.
The black blazer contrasted with her fair skin, and the neatly adjusted bow tie reinforced her impeccable image.
Even so, there was something in her distant gaze that made it clear her mind wasn’t exactly there.
Isagi pulled out his chair discreetly and sat down.
“Yo…” he said in a low voice, avoiding drawing attention.
Alya blinked slowly and turned her face toward him, as if she had already noticed his presence before he spoke.
“Showing up at the last second as always, huh, Isagi-kun?” Her voice was soft, but carried that slightly teasing tone he was already starting to recognize.
“Class hasn’t even started yet…” Alya turned a bit more toward him, resting her chin on her hand.
The small smile on her face seemed almost lazy.
“Oh?
Then I suppose you got lucky today…” “Your sarcasm is still impressive…” Isagi said with an ironic smile.
Alya narrowed her eyes slightly, keeping that faint smirk at the corner of her lips.
“Hmph.
At least someone recognizes my talent…” she replied, turning her face away with feigned superiority.
Isagi leaned back slightly in his chair, resting his arm on the desk.
“Training to become president of the sarcasm club?” “Perhaps.
I accept applications, though I’m not sure you’d pass the interview.” “…You’d be surprised…” he said with a slight smile, which made the Russian girl look at him for a second longer than usual.
“Tsk…” Alya slowly turned her face away, her cheeks now faintly flushed.
“Не будь таким самодовольным…
Идиот.” (Don’t be so conceited… idiot.) Isagi raised an eyebrow.
“Huh?” “I said you’re an idiot.
Pay more attention next time.” He let out a light sigh, finding the situation somewhat amusing, and the idea of revealing that he understood Russian felt, at that moment, unnecessarily tempting.
In any case, this kind of teasing—where the girl beside him only spoke “affectionately” in Russian—seemed like something exclusive between the two of them.
And, for some reason, he decided to leave it that way for now.
After all, it wasn’t like it would interfere with his life.
Setting that aside, he opened his backpack and began organizing the materials for the next class.
“Hm?” After rummaging through his desk, peeking inside his backpack, and even checking the locker at the back of the room, Isagi began to feel a slight sense of panic rising.
He couldn’t find the textbook for the next class.
Worse still, when he looked at the clock, he realized there were less than two minutes left before the class started.
With few options, he leaned slightly to the left, clasped his hands in a silent plea, and whispered: “Alya, sorry… but can you share your chemistry book with me?” “You forgot your book again?” Alya replied immediately, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed.
“Yeah… I think I left it at home.” “Fine.” She let out a short sigh.
“Thanks!” Isagi quickly moved his desk closer to hers.
“How do you forget your book so often?
It’s like you haven’t changed at all since middle school.” “Hey, you can’t blame me.
There are too many books to carry.” Ichinan High School required an absurd number of textbooks for its classes, as it was a high-level institution.
Each subject demanded multiple core books and reference materials, and some subjects even included supplementary materials produced by the teachers themselves.
Despite that, student backpacks hadn’t been updated in years.
It wasn’t clear whether that was due to attachment to tradition or simple administrative neglect, but the fact was that the amount of materials for a single day was already enough to push backpacks close to their limits.
Because of that, most students chose to leave part of their books at school.
For Isagi, however, it was still a bit chaotic to manage.
From the memories of the previous owner of his body, he had never paid much attention to this kind of thing—soccer was all that mattered.
But now, in practice, he had to deal with it on a daily basis.
And explaining that to the tsundere beside him wasn’t exactly easy.
“It wasn’t on my desk when I checked yesterday… so I thought it was in the locker, but I guess I was wrong.” “You should’ve checked your locker properly.
This happens because you don’t organize what you take home and what you leave here,” Alya replied immediately in a critical tone.
“Well, you got me there.” “I’m not in the mood for sarcasm.” “Wow… you’re really strict.” Alya shrugged and rolled her eyes at his carefree attitude.
Without saying anything else, she pulled all the chemistry books from her desk and turned slightly toward him.
“So?
Which one did you need?” “The blue one.” She opened the blue reference book and placed it between their desks.
“Thanks.” Isagi gave a slight nod and began preparing for the class that was about to begin.
But for a moment, his gaze drifted.
Near the classroom door, a girl was talking with a few friends.
In terms of beauty, she was no less striking than Alya.
She was tall, with fair, smooth skin, and large, expressive eyes that sparkled as she chatted animatedly with her friends.
Her thin eyebrows, partially hidden by her bangs, enhanced the harmony of her face.
Light makeup highlighted her cheerful style: peach-pink eyeshadow, a soft blush, and a gloss that gave her lips a subtle shine.
What drew the most attention was her blonde hair.
Shining like strands of sunlight, it fell to her waist in carefully styled layers.
At the tips, a gradient of reddish-pink and vibrant orange created a striking contrast, like soft flames or citrus tones.
Her side bangs fell over her forehead, while two long strands framed her body elegantly down to her chest.
Her long acrylic nails, painted in bright bubblegum pink, reflected the light with every movement, further emphasizing her eye-catching presence.
Her figure was even more impressive; her moderately sized but well-proportioned chest naturally shaped the white uniform shirt, which had clearly been tailored to suit her personal taste.
The fabric subtly outlined her bust without exaggeration, complementing her slender silhouette.
A school blazer was tied around her slim, well-defined waist, creating a smooth transition between her bust and hips.
The pleated skirt completed the outfit, ending slightly above the knees and moving lightly with her steps.
That was Marin Kitagawa, right?
As he was lost in thought, he was abruptly pulled out of it— “Nnng?!” Immediately, the tip of a mechanical pencil pressed into his ribs.
“T-that was… right between my ribs!” Isagi groaned quietly in pain and shot a reproachful look at the girl beside him… who immediately returned it with a cold, disdainful glare, making him shrink back.
Her narrowed blue eyes conveyed the message clearly: “Pretty bold of you to stare at another girl with me right next to you, you traitor…” Alya crossed her arms tightly, still keeping the pencil pointed dangerously close to him.
“Предатель.” (Traitor.) Isagi blinked, confused for a moment, and let out a resigned sigh.
“What was that?” She turned her face away with a “hmph,” puffing her cheeks slightly.
The sulky expression forming on her face, instead of being intimidating, only made her look even cuter.
“Я красивее.
Ты должен смотреть только на меня.” (I’m prettier.
You should only look at me.) Isagi smiled wryly.
Did he belong to her or something?
The two of them weren’t even in a relationship.
Alya remained turned to the side, arms crossed, staring out the window as if she wanted to ignore the rest of the world.
At that moment, the classroom door slid open with a soft clack, making everyone turn.
“Alright, everyone, that’s enough break time,” said Ms.
Hayashida, entering with a folder under her arm and her glasses slightly crooked on her nose.
She looked to be in her thirties, with a serious style but a calm voice.
“Please return to your seats.
Class is about to begin.” Immediately, the classroom came to life.
Conversations stopped, students returned to their desks, and even those still standing by the windows hurried to sit down.
The teacher placed her materials on the desk and wrote the day’s topic on the board in firm handwriting.
“Open your books to page fifty-three.
Today we’ll review acid-base reactions before next week’s practical activity.” “Hai…” some muttered in unison.
Isagi looked at the book lazily.
Beside him, Alya had already marked the section with a star-shaped paperclip.
“You already studied all this at home, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Obviously.” “…Thought so.” “You should too.
I don’t intend to carry someone useless in grades forever.” “Did you just call me useless?” “Я шучу…
немного.” (I’m joking… a little.) “…Huh?” Isagi let out a light, awkward laugh as he looked forward again, feeling a faint warmth rise to his face.
Beside him, Alya glanced away from the book for a second.
She observed his expression—half confused, half resigned—and something soft passed across her face.
Her lips curved into a small, almost automatic smile.
“Миленький.” (Cute.) Isagi didn’t understand immediately, but the tone of the word sent something strange down his spine.
“Hm?” “It’s nothing,” she replied quickly, returning to her book as if nothing had happened.
But the faint blush on her cheeks gave her away.
Isagi remained silent for a few seconds, but he couldn’t really focus on the lesson.
Ms.
Hayashida continued explaining reactions on the board while the class took notes with varying levels of attention.
But Isagi… began to observe his surroundings more carefully.
And then he noticed.
In the back row, leaning against the wall, there was a boy of average height and slim build, with brown hair and eyes and a constantly sleepy expression.
It was Sakuta Azusagawa.
He wasn’t exactly popular at school, mainly because of a rumor involving a supposed “Hospitalization Incident,” linked to episodes of violence that allegedly ended with other people being sent to the hospital—something no one really explained properly, but which still circulated through the halls.
On the other side of the classroom, another familiar face stood out.
A handsome boy with a darker aura, slim build, black hair reaching his chin and partially covering the left side of his face, and a monotone expression emphasized by dark eyes.
Ishigami Yu.
Isagi remembered him immediately.
Back in middle school, Ishigami had been involved in a serious incident with Ko Ogino, the drama club president, after a conflict related to Kyoko Ootomo.
Ko had twisted the situation and spread rumors, making it seem like Ishigami acted out of jealousy.
The result was a wave of rejection, hatred from classmates, and a long suspension.
All of that deeply affected his self-esteem and school life, to the point where he carried it as a constant burden.
And in the middle of that, there had been a turning point.
Miyuki… that was the name, right?
He was the one who investigated the case and uncovered the truth behind everything.
He was the only one who believed in him and helped him avoid being completely crushed by the situation.
Ishigami eventually became someone close to Miyuki at that time, even if, to Isagi now, all of that felt distant.
According to the memories of his predecessor, they had only spoken a few times.
Nothing truly deep.
His real friends were limited.
Kuze-san, from the class next door, along with his sister.
The soccer team.
And Hotaru Oreki, from class 2-F.
When he wasn’t with the team in the cafeteria, he usually stayed with Kuze and Oreki.
Sometimes the group included Hikaru Kiyomiya and Takeshi Maruyama, as well as Satoshi Fukube, a close friend of Oreki.
He had known Kuze since middle school, and Oreki had joined the group by chance one day in the cafeteria.
From there, their interactions developed naturally.
Kuze and Oreki were lazy by nature.
Isagi, on the other hand, was focused on soccer.
Different in everything.
And yet, somehow, they had ended up forming a simple, school-type friendship, without much depth.
At most, messages, casual hangouts, and interactions born of convenience.
Nothing more than that.
From his class, Alya was still the one closest to him.
But setting that aside, it wasn’t time to get distracted by those things.
It was time to study.
Or rather… try to study.
The lesson continued at a monotonous but steady pace.
Ms.
Hayashida explained chemistry concepts without hurry.
The sound of chalk on the board and the occasional turning of pages filled the room, creating a calm and organized environment.
Very different from Brazilian schools….
Isagi kept his eyes on the open book in front of him, but his attention wavered.
From time to time, he cast a discreet glance at Alya, who remained completely focused, her posture impeccable as always.
Time seemed to drag on, but then the bell echoed through the building, announcing the break.
Chairs scraped against the floor, and conversations came back to life almost instantly.
The teacher calmly gathered her materials and left the classroom with a slight wave.
He let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.
It was finally break time!
_____________________ (A/N: First of all, thank you for reading this story.
Your support there also helps a lot in keeping the story updated consistently.
I hope you continue enjoying Isagi’s completely cursed new life in this crossover world.)