Isagi arrived at school the next day, an hour earlier than usual.
It wasn’t for any special reason; he simply did so because today was a rest day for his body after three consecutive days at the gym.
He didn’t want to risk falling back asleep and failing to wake up in time for class, since the routine of the past few days had taken a heavy toll on his tired body, even though he still felt strangely energetic…
Besides that, there was another small reason why he arrived early: he had classroom duty that day.
Not only were students in this school organized by attendance number, but that also determined classroom duties, which were carried out in pairs with the student seated next to them.
In other words, he would be working with Alisa today.
Although he recognized that he was lazy when it came to school because he was always focused on football and his career (at least his predecessor was), he still made an effort not to inconvenience anyone (asking Alisa to show him the textbook when he forgot his own didn’t count, in his opinion).
Therefore, he never missed school when he had classroom duty, no matter how boring it was for him…
At least, he hadn’t missed it during the nearly week since he had been reborn.
Speaking of which, it had already been three days since he met Uzaki.
Honestly, he was almost certain that his life had turned into a romantic comedy, since she had been by his side the entire time, and they had ended up going out several times to have fun.
It could be said that the two got along very naturally because of this, and even Fujio, her father, didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was going out with his daughter…
She tried to act like a senpai and always took him out to have fun.
Honestly, he was almost certain that the girl had a crush on him, although he had no way to prove it.
This was exactly the reason he called his life a romantic comedy: women seemed to gather around him like moths drawn to a flame…
whether it was Uzaki, Alya, or even Yuki.
Incidentally, he definitely wasn’t complaining…
Aside from his romantic life, he trained like a madman and spent most of his free time watching videos on his phone, replicating plays, dribbles, passes, and everything else perfectly, copying the movements of famous players through his [Perfect Copy].
He also tested his [Metavision], which was the main weapon of his future self.
It was then that he discovered something even more terrifying: the [Emperor Eye], an ability that allowed him to read another person’s body in extreme detail—breathing, movements, muscle contractions, tension, rhythm, sweat—making it possible to predict future actions.
Basically, it was like Seijuro Akashi’s eye from Kuroko no Basket, which was why he named this new ability that way…
with the difference that it was now applied to football.
The combination of [Metavision] and the [Emperor Eye] made him absurdly overpowered.
In just three days, by demonstrating this explosion of talent, he was already being evaluated as the new captain of the football team and had also been considered the ace by the coach.
Although his fame had not yet spread throughout the entire school, it was only a matter of time.
The following week, there would be a friendly match against another school, and morning classes would even be suspended because of it.
The coach had already made the announcement the day before, and inevitably, all the other students would soon find out.
Realizing that he possessed talents reminiscent of two characters from Kuroko no Basket, he decided to test how far his abilities could go and ended up making an even more absurd discovery.
Not only could he replicate those specific abilities, but he also seemed to have access to all the latent talents of the Generation of Miracles… including even that of the so-called phantom member of the group.
He just needed to train and awaken each one of them, one by one…
While thinking about how to do that, he started working on the classroom duties.
After half an hour of work, Isagi nodded with evident satisfaction as he observed the empty classroom from the teacher’s podium.
The desks and chairs were perfectly aligned, with each student’s notebook placed in an organized manner on the desk after being checked by the homeroom teacher.
There wasn’t a single grain of chalk dust on the blackboard, and the erasers had also been perfectly cleaned.
Alisa normally did all of this alone during classroom duty; it wasn’t a requirement.
But since he had woken up early today, he wanted to see the expression on her face when he said: “Huh?
Oh, you mean the things you usually do?
Yeah, I’ve already finished everything.” So he returned to his seat and waited for Alisa to arrive early, as she usually did.
Only a few minutes passed until Alisa finally arrived.
The moment she opened the classroom door and saw Isagi, her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Yo, yo, yo.
Good morning.” “…Good morning, Isagi…” Alisa frowned as she looked around the classroom, noticing that her usual tasks had been completely completed.
“I woke up really early today and had plenty of free time, so I decided to clean the place by myself…” said Isagi, looking satisfied.
“…You woke up early?
I’d better go check if pigs are flying.” “Ah, Alya.
You always have such a unique way of expressing yourself.” “You’d better not sleep during class.” “…I’ll see what I can do…” Alisa rolled her eyes and sighed.
Then she said in a low but firm voice: “I’ll take care of the blackboard erasers after our morning classes are over.” Isagi smiled.
It was clear that she simply didn’t want to feel like she owed him anything.
That wasn’t what he intended, but after getting to know her over the past year, he had already realized that Alisa was a proud person and there was nothing he could say to change that.
“All right.
Thanks…” he replied…
Although she still seemed a bit dissatisfied, she nodded and walked somewhat awkwardly to her desk.
Curious about that, Isagi looked her up and down until he noticed that her knee-high socks were wet.
However, when he looked out the window, it was clear that the day was clean and sunny.
It had rained the night before, but now there wasn’t even a dark cloud in the sky.
“What happened to your socks?
Did you step in a puddle or something?” “Please, I’m not as clumsy as you.” “What kind of idiot do you think I am?!
Do you think I’m constantly distracted or something?!” “I never said that… sigh… Anyway, a passing truck splashed water on me.” “Wow, that sucks.” “I suppose it’s kind of my fault for walking too close to the edge of the road, though.
At least I have an extra pair of socks to change into.” Although she spoke as if she didn’t care, she sat at her desk and made a disgusted face as she took off her shoes.
Then she placed her right foot on the corner of the chair and began quickly removing her socks right in front of Isagi.
Her radiant, slender, milk-white legs, previously covered by the knee-high socks, were exposed in all their splendor before his eyes, shining under the sunlight streaming in through the window.
Her thigh appeared slightly under her skirt as the sock slid down her raised leg.
After removing it, Alisa stretched out her wet, bare leg, as if enjoying a newfound freedom.
Isagi quickly looked away, feeling as if he were seeing something he shouldn’t.
Despite having only watched her remove her socks, a strange sense of guilt washed over him, as if he were peeping on her undressing or taking a bath.
Her beauty was nothing new to him, and yet it felt as if he had just remembered exactly how beautiful she was.
His heart began to beat faster.
“Whew…” Alisa let out a clear sigh after removing the other sock and drying her legs with a small towel she always carried with her, just in case it rained.
When she casually glanced to the side, she noticed that Isagi was looking away.
She blinked, surprised; the usually serious and distracted Isagi seemed strangely nervous and embarrassed…
and that made her smile.
A sadistic and mischievous smile.
She quickly turned to face him and extended her right leg, skillfully pulling the hem of his pants with her big toe and index toe.
“Hey, can you get me some extra socks from my locker?” “What?” “I ended up taking these off before getting the spares, so now I can’t go get them.” She crossed her left leg over her right, as if saying: “Did I really need to explain this?” Isagi quickly looked away before he could see too much, making his nervousness even more evident.
Alisa’s sadistic smile widened as she rested her chin on her hand, elbow on the desk.
Seeing her smile like that, with the morning sunlight behind her, was nothing short of picturesque.
She looked like a selfish princess having fun watching her servant perform an almost impossible task, or a boss, or even a cruel sergeant being unreasonable with her subordinate.
Alya would probably look good in both a dress and a military uniform…
With his thoughts heading in that direction, he got up from his chair and walked over to Alisa’s locker at the back of the classroom.
He glanced at her once more, just to confirm it was the right one, and then opened the door, revealing textbooks and a pencil case organized impeccably.
At the back, there was a folding umbrella and some socks inside a transparent plastic bag.
He grabbed the bag, still with a slight lingering sense of guilt, and quickly returned to his seat.
“Here.” He pushed the socks toward Alisa, giving her a sideways glance.
“Good.
Now help me put them on,” she demanded, dropping the line like a real bomb while casually leaning against the window.
“Wait… what?” Isagi blinked, surprised.
But when he turned to face her, she had already raised her right leg in the air toward him.
Her head was slightly tilted, displaying an air of superiority.
Perhaps because they were alone in the classroom, she made no effort to hide her amusement.
“What’s wrong with you today?” “What?
Me?
What’s wrong with you?
I’m rewarding you for getting my socks.” “Rewarding me?
Uh… maybe some people like that, but…” “Oh?
So you don’t want to?” Alisa looked surprised as she crossed her arms and uncrossed and recrossed her legs.
“No, obviously I…” Isagi replied, looking directly at her.
Unlike his predecessor, he knew that life wasn’t just about football, and letting a girl take the initiative like this without being bold went against his principles…
However, before he could say anything else, he heard Alisa whisper in Russian: “я хочу, чтобы ты положил” (I want you to put them on.) When he looked back, the mischievous smile was no longer there.
She was playing with her hair while looking away, with a slight blush on her cheeks.
That sight alone sent Isagi’s mind straight into his boldest imagination.
What were those embarrassed Russian whispers that Alisa always said?
According to his predecessor’s conclusion, Alya was a mental exhibitionist, while Alisa was a dedicated perfectionist.
This was her ideal version of herself, and because of that, she was always her own harshest critic and worked tirelessly.
However, the more people repress their desires, the more stress builds up and needs to be released—at least, that’s what he had heard somewhere.
Therefore, he believed those shy Russian whispers were related to that somehow.
In other words, she would say something embarrassing in front of others and enjoy the thrill of almost being discovered, just like exhibitionists who expose themselves in public without underwear.
In other words, following his predecessor’s logic, what he was trying to say was… It’s fine, since it’s consensual!
If his assumption was correct, that would mean Alisa was someone who enjoyed the thrill of exposure.
In other words, she was happy, and so was he!
It was a mutually beneficial relationship!
…It was easy to imagine what people would say if they heard this conclusion: What kind of reasoning is that?
What is a mental exhibitionist?
I’m sure many perverts believe what they do is consensual.
Anyway, unfortunately, there were no mind readers nearby to judge him.
Isagi wanted to do it, though.
Even if he had her consent, even if it was in Russian, he wanted to hear it in Japanese first.
“What was that?” he asked, staring at Alisa with a completely dirty mind.
She smiled provocatively and tried to change the subject exactly as he expected.
“I called you a coward.” It was exactly what he expected to hear.
He let his jaw drop while mentally raising his arms as if he had won a boxing match.
Alisa then laughed scornfully and crossed her legs again.
“Anyway, it’s fine.
I can put the socks on by myself…” “That won’t be necessary.” “Huh?” He promptly knelt down before she could take the socks from his hands.
She blinked, confused for a moment, but as soon as Isagi placed his hands on her right leg, her eyes trembled in surprise.
“Eep?!” Alisa let out a small cry, surprised and sensitive to the touch as she felt his fingers slide along her foot, from heel to ankle.
Confused, she raised her leg in the air and held her skirt down.
“Hey, stay still.” “E-excuse me?!
…Hey?!” Alisa quickly brought her left hand to her mouth to hold back a little scream while continuing to pull her skirt down with her right hand.
Isagi looked at her as if tired, but his lips curved into a slightly provocative smile.
“What’s your problem?
I thought you wanted me to help you put them on.” “I know… what I said… but…!” “I couldn’t let you call me a coward like that and get away with it.
My pride wouldn’t allow it.” “Wait…!
I still need time to mentally prepare…!” Isagi ignored her protests as he held the sock with his thumbs and slowly pulled it up her leg.
A shiver ran through Alisa’s body as the fabric rose.
“Ahn…” When Isagi’s thumbs brushed against her thigh through the thin fabric— “What do you think you’re doing?!” “Bfff?!” Alisa suddenly kicked her foot upward, nearly hitting Isagi, who threw himself backward to dodge unconsciously.
In that movement, he ended up getting a privileged view and nodded slightly: “…Pink?” “…?!” She immediately held down her skirt, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment.
“Ngh…!
Tsk…!” Muttering something unintelligible, she grabbed the other sock from Isagi’s desk and quickly put it on her left foot.
“Я не могу тебе поверить!
Идиот!
Оно сломается!” (I can’t believe you!
Idiot!
Go to hell!) Alisa shouted in an almost childish way in Russian before slipping her feet into her school indoor shoes and running out.
The moment she hurriedly left the classroom, two classmates entered and had to quickly step aside, their eyes wide at the unusual scene.
“Huh?
What was that?
Princess Alya was screaming.” “That was Russian, right?
What’s going on?
Has the princess gone crazy?” They watched Alisa leave, still open-mouthed, before turning and noticing Isagi rubbing the back of his head.
“Good morning, Isagi…
What happened?” “Good morning…
Nothing happened.” After everything calmed down and Isagi returned to his seat, he realized something important…
“What am I going to do now?” He realized he had gone too far and thought he should probably apologize, but he knew how proud Alisa was; a hasty apology would only make things worse.
“Ah.
I guess I’ll think about what to do when she comes back.” After all, Alisa wasn’t a child, so he figured she would return to normal after cooling down a bit.
But that wasn’t what happened.
.
.
.
.
.
“Anyway, that’s all for today’s attendance.
Ah, don’t stand up to bow.
I have to go…” the homeroom teacher murmured hurriedly before promptly leaving the classroom.
Morning attendance ended surprisingly early.
There were still five minutes until the first class.
Even so, the first-year students did not get up from their chairs as they began whispering among themselves.
There was only one reason for the teacher’s early departure and for the heavy atmosphere filling the classroom: Princess Alya was not wearing her usual impassive expression.
Instead, she was resting her chin on her hand, elbow on the desk, clearly in a bad mood.
“Hey…
what’s going on with her?” “I heard something happened between her and Isagi, but that’s all I know.” “Makes sense.
He’s the only reason she’d be like this.
But what exactly did he do?” “I heard Princess Alya screaming earlier.” “Really?
About what?” “No idea.
It was all in Russian.” As speculations of all kinds spread like wildfire, one of the students discreetly got up from his chair, crouched down, and went over to Isagi’s side.
“Psst.
H-hey.” “What do you want?” Isagi whispered back, trying not to draw attention.
“Questions.
Did you really piss Alya off?
And did she really give you an enzuigiri?” “What the hell?!” Alisa immediately shot a piercing look in their direction, making the boy recoil.
An enzuigiri was a kick to the back of the opponent’s head; not even the most rebellious kids would try to imitate something like that.
“Alya would never do something so dangerous.” “Y-yeah, I figured.” “All she did was try to deliver a deadly kick to my chin and I dodged by luck….” “That’s still pretty disturbing, man.” The student laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a joke.
It’s closer to the truth than you imagine, thought Isagi, with an ambiguous smile.
“So?
What happened with Princess Alya to make her so upset?” “Uh…” “Come on, I know you did something.
Confess.” “Well…
you could say it was my fault?” Honestly, it was.
He did something he shouldn’t have.
But if he admitted that he had touched her feet and even ended up seeing her panties, he would immediately be judged by the “school tribunal,” where they would probably unanimously vote for his execution.
So he skillfully dodged the questions while thinking about how to fix things with Alisa.
“Uh…
Alya?” He decided to start by apologizing.
Isagi turned to his neighbor, Alisa, who continued resting her chin on her hand while looking out the window.
She only moved her eyes in his direction as she replied firmly: “What do you want, Isagi?” “Ты извращенец с фут-фетишем” (You foot-fetish pervert.) There were many things he would like to say about this new Russian title he had received, but he couldn’t say anything; he was still pretending he didn’t understand the language.
On the other hand, maybe it was better not to say that it wasn’t possible, since he considered himself more of an “ass lover.” The value Alisa placed on him would plummet, and all the girls in the class would probably distance themselves from him…
“But the more I think about it, the more I feel like I didn’t do anything wrong.” Alisa’s cold behavior slowly led him to this kind of thinking.
It was she who told him to touch her feet.
It was she who got embarrassed and kicked him.
Showing her underwear was beyond his control, and although he probably shouldn’t have commented on the color, he was just trying to show that he wasn’t upset by her reaction.
Still, he ended up looking like the villain.
Anyway, he knew that in situations like this, men are usually at a disadvantage.
So he decided to apologize and keep the rest to himself.
“I…
I’m sorry…
for what happened and everything.” “Hmm?
No need.
I’m also partly to blame.
Besides, I’m not angry anymore.” Then why are you in a bad mood?, thought Isagi in perfect sync with the rest of the class, who seemed to think in unison: “Yeah, that’s a big lie.” Actually, it wasn’t a lie.
Alisa really wasn’t angry anymore.
What she felt now was pure embarrassment: for having her leg touched, for her underwear being exposed, and especially for asking for help putting on her socks.
Not to mention the small details, like screaming like a child.
She just wanted to hide, dig a hole, build a soundproof room, and scream inside it.
That bad-mood expression was just a facade to prevent her true feelings from escaping.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Isagi tried to understand the female mind, he was still too inexperienced to grasp the complexity of a girl like her, and in the end, he was completely lost.
Eventually, the bell rang, and the first-period teacher entered the classroom.
“All right, everyone.
Let’s get started.
Let’s see who’s on duty today…
Ah, Isagi.
Go ahead.
Start for us.” After checking the name on the board, the math teacher glanced at Alisa and immediately passed the responsibility to Isagi.
I know exactly how he feels.
All the students in the class, except one, shared that thought.
“…Everyone, stand at attention.
Bow.
Good morning.” “Good morning.” Naturally, the tense atmosphere remained even after the greeting.
As expected, sleepiness started hitting Isagi; after all, he had woken up much earlier than usual.
Still, not even he was brave enough to doze off in an environment like that.
But that also didn’t mean he could pay attention to the class.
So he spent the entire time trying to think of a way to improve the princess’s mood.
“All right then.
If there are no questions, we’ll end here…
Isagi, close it out.” “Everyone, stand at attention.
Bow.
Thank you very much.” “Thank you very much.” The math teacher left the classroom without looking at Alisa even once.
Isagi left right after and went straight to the vending machine near the emergency exit.
After getting what he needed, he hurried back to the classroom and presented the item to Alisa with an exaggerated bow.
“Princess, please accept this offering as compensation for what happened earlier today.” In his hands, he held a can of sweet red bean soup with mochi…
which had been number one on the ranking of drinks no one asked for in the last fourteen years at Seiren Academy.
It was basically an extremely sweet liquid bean paste that always left whoever drank it ridiculously thirsty.
Red bean soup?!
Everyone in the classroom looked at Isagi as if he had completely lost his mind and was trying to start a war with the princess.
But he knew…
she drank that strange form of liquid diabetes from time to time.
“…I didn’t say I was angry?” “Heh.
I know.
I’m simply apologizing respectfully.” “…Fine.
I accept.” “It’s an honor.” After taking the can, she pulled the tab and drank it all in one go.
The entire class shuddered.
“Thank you.” “Ah, allow me to throw this can away for you.” “I can throw away my own trash.” “I can’t allow you to be bothered with such a task, my princess.” “Can you stop talking like that?” “Okay.” Her tone was still harsh, but Isagi noticed that her mood had improved a little.
Satisfied, he returned to his seat, only to have a sudden realization.
Ah, crap…
I don’t have my textbook for the next class.
Normally, he would turn to Alisa in a situation like this.
But asking to share the book could easily irritate her again and, if that happened, he wouldn’t have the courage to face the class’s judgmental stares.
Great…
Had his predecessor’s habit become his as well?
Isagi started rummaging through his desk and backpack when Alisa shot a suspicious look in his direction.
He immediately looked away and turned to the girl on the other side.
“Sorry, would you mind sharing the book with me?” “Huh?
Ah…
sure.” She probably understood the situation, as she smiled gently and nodded.
Isagi moved his desk closer to hers, thanking her before letting out a sigh of relief.
“Мошенник.” (Cheater.) The air seemed to cool instantly with the Russian whisper.
What should he have done…?
But his laments were in vain; the tense atmosphere remained in the classroom for the rest of the day.
_____________________ (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.)