The classroom of Class 1–3 was as lively as ever, filled with the usual chatter and restless energy that came with the start of a new semester. Students shuffled between desks, catching up with friends they hadn't seen during the break, sharing stories, gossip, and complaints about homework they already feared. The atmosphere buzzed—fresh, excited, and tinged with the nervous anticipation that always accompanied a new academic term.
Among these familiar faces sat Makoto Itou, the original protagonist of the well-known story that took place within these walls. He was in his usual seat near the window, hunched over his phone, staring at the picture he had secretly taken of a maiden on the train earlier that morning—the girl whose elegance had captivated him instantly. For Makoto, this moment signaled the beginning of yet another adolescent fantasy.
But things would not unfold the way they once did.
Because Makoto is no longer the central figure of this tale.
Someone far more complex—far more dangerous in talent and potential—has entered the stage.
Today, the spotlight belongs to Light Yagami.
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Light walked down the path toward sakakino High school with the same calm composure he carried everywhere. Each step was smooth, measured, and perfectly aligned, as if even the simple act of walking had been refined into an elegant routine.
Many people wondered what went on inside his head. He was seen by some as flawless almost unnervingly so. There were no excuses in his life, no aimless wandering, no drifting from one interest to another like an ordinary high school student. Light Yagami was a young man with a straight, unwavering path a person who moved with conviction, precision, and a sense of purpose that made him stand out even among prodigies.
As he approached the school gates, he paused briefly and looked up at the building. Sunlight reflected off the windows, casting a warm glow that made the school appear more grand than it really was.
Why did he choose this school?
The question slipped quietly into his mind. He could have easily secured admission into a more prestigious institution one renowned for its academic rigor and superior facilities. Yet he had chosen this place. A less renowned private school. Ordinary. Unremarkable. Mediocre even, compared to the private academies fighting to recruit him.
Could it have been fate?
Light let out a soft breath. Fate. The idea was laughable. He didn't believe in destiny or predetermined paths. He believed in choice, logic, and results. Even so, a faint curiosity lingered in him. Perhaps, on some level, he wondered if there was something here he was meant to see.
He dismissed the thought as quickly as it came and resumed walking.
As Light stepped through the school gates, several students noticed him. Some recognized him almost immediately those who diligently followed academic rankings and exam records. For them, Light Yagami was something of a living legend: the top scorer in nearly every nationwide examination since childhood, a boy of consistent brilliance who had never shown even a single dip or crack in his academic performance.
Others, however, simply saw an unfamiliar but strikingly handsome young man, someone who could easily pass as a model or celebrity. To them, he was just a "pretty boy," perhaps a transfer student from a wealthier district.
Light ignored both groups equally.
He continued walking, navigating through crowds of students adjusting their bags and chatting animatedly. From the girls sprang hushed whispers compliments disguised as gossip.
"He looks like a prince…"
"Is he a new student?"
"He's so tall… and his eyes are so pretty!"
From the boys came mostly silent glances, measuring, curious, and slightly intimidated, as teenage pride struggled to understand where someone like Light fit into their hierarchy of popularity and arrogance.
For Light, it was just another Tuesday.
He was used to attention. Admiration, whispers, stares none of it mattered to him unless it caused trouble or interfered with his plans. As long as he could go about his day without unnecessary disruption, he found no reason to pay mind to the noise around him.
He entered the school building and walked down the corridor toward his assigned classroom. The hallway echoed faintly with the clatter of shoes and the hum of upcoming lessons. Light did not enjoy being late, not even by a single second. For him, punctuality was not a rule imposed by school it was a personal code. A disruption to his routine, even a minor one, was a flaw he refused to accept in himself.
After a brief walk, he stopped in front of the door labeled Class 1–3.
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Inside the classroom, several conversations abruptly halted as a sudden shift in the atmosphere drew everyone's attention. Heads turned, eyes widened slightly, and a silence washed over the room not heavy, but filled with curiosity.
A young man none of them had seen before was already walking inside, naturally becoming the focus of every gaze.
Light carried himself with such effortless precision shoulders relaxed, posture perfectly upright, movement fluid that the room felt momentarily different, as if the air itself shifted around him.
To many of the girls, it felt unreal, almost like a scene from a romantic drama brought to life. A new student, strikingly good-looking and dignified, was here in their class. A ripple of excitement fluttered through them, cheeks reddening with suppressed giddiness.
Light, on the other hand, paid no attention to any of their reactions.
He scanned the classroom once, noting the layout. The blackboard at the front displayed the seating chart with each student's name neatly written in marker. With a calm breath, he continued forward and began walking toward his assigned seat.
A cluster of gazes mostly from girls, but a few from curious boys as well followed him across the room.
He placed his bag beside his desk and sat down without hesitation.
Before he could fully settle in, a cheerful girl with short brown hair sitting one row over turned toward him with a bright smile.
"Hi! My name's Saionji. Nice to meet you??" she said, her voice carrying the upbeat tone of someone eager to make a first impression.
Light gave a polite nod.
"Light Yagami. The pleasure is mine," he replied, his voice calm and composed.
Saionji grinned, then elbowed the boy sitting beside her Makoto Itou.
Makoto straightened in his seat, nervously clearing his throat as he attempted to introduce himself.
"Um… I'm Makoto Itou. Nice to meet you as well, Yagami-san."
"Nice to meet you too, Itou-san," Light responded smoothly.
More students particularly the girls began inching closer, eager to introduce themselves, but before they could swarm him completely, the classroom door slid open once more.
Their homeroom teacher walked in, instantly returning the class to order.
Students hurried back to their seats, and the introductions halted abruptly as the teacher cleared her throat.
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And thus began the first day of a semester that would soon veer far from the simple, mundane school life everyone expected.
For while Makoto Itou quietly drifted toward the first threads of his entanglements…
Light Yagami had entered this story with a presence sharp enough to alter its very course.
No one in Class 1–3 had any idea how drastically their lives were about to change.
Not even Light himself.