Life as a Japanese high school student wasn't nearly as grueling as most people imagined—at least for ordinary students who weren't planning to get into a top university like Todai, enter politics, or marry into a wealthy family. For them, it was mostly enough to complete the bare minimum of schoolwork to ensure graduation.
The rest of the time could be spent on club activities, hobbies, and other extracurriculars.
Hanakaiin Tomitaka was no exception. In fact, his reason for attending Koma Academy in the first place was pretty much the clubs.
After surviving a grueling morning of academic classes, the long-awaited afternoon arrived: club activity time.
Ding-ding-ding!
The piercing yet strangely satisfying sound of the dismissal bell blared through the classroom speakers. The teacher closed the textbook in perfect synchronization, muttered, "That's all for this class," and, carrying the lesson plan, turned and exited the room.
Instantly, the classroom's tension evaporated. Faces that had been slightly strained from focusing on the lecture relaxed, some even smiling as they gathered their things and called out to their friends, heading toward the club activity meeting points.
After all, classes had a certain compulsory nature, while club activities were about personal interest… or, to put it bluntly, hanging out and having fun with friends.
Ignoring the growing chatter, Tomitaka packed up his textbook, retrieved the suitcase he had brought that morning, and rose from his seat, heading toward the door.
But before he could reach it, a sudden figure blocked his path.
"Hehe~ Look at this, Hanakaiin-kun. Heading off to a date with our school's number one beauty, Rias-san?"
The speaker was a brown-haired girl wearing glasses, her hair braided into twin plaits. One hand on her hip, her upper body leaned forward slightly, adjusting her glasses with the other hand. Her half-smile scanned him up and down.
"Well, I suppose Hanakaiin-kun has potential. He's only been here two or three weeks, yet his closeness with Rias-san already surpasses ninety-nine percent of the girls at this school… and even more than all the boys."
"Kiryu…"
Tomitaka halted.
"I'm just going to a club activity. Or, if you want to call it work, fine. But it has nothing to do with a 'date.' Besides, the club isn't just Rias-san and me—Senior Shuna and Koneko are there too. Who would date in that situation?"
"Got it, got it. So it's not a date—it's a… party?"
Kiryu Ranka stepped closer, her smile widening. She covered her mouth and whispered conspiratorially:
"I recorded your data the very first day you transferred, Hanakaiin-kun. Pretty impressive stats. I bet even if you wanted to satisfy Rias-san, Shuna-senpai, and Koneko all at once, it wouldn't be a problem. So be honest—every time you 'attend' club activities, are you secretly going all out in the clubroom with the girls?"
"Yes."
Tomitaka's expression remained entirely neutral.
He had rarely been left completely speechless in his life, but this girl definitely ranked among the top.
Typically, girls with braided hair gave off an air of diligence and obedience. Ranka Kiryu, however, was an exception.
Who had ever met a seemingly proper girl who, on the very first day, could scan a new classmate's body metrics—including natural and… activated measurements—through their clothing? And then casually drop phrases about "going all out"?
Proper? Hardly. That was just a mask over pure exhibitionism… no, a voyeuristic masquerade!
She had a mask to cover her face, at least. Otherwise, she'd be fully exposed.
The situation was, in short, explosively chaotic.
"Wow! He admitted it!"
Hearing him say "yes," the glasses-wearing girl seemed to have uncovered a secret of monumental importance. She stepped back, hands over her mouth, as if about to scream.
Seeing the scene was about to spiral out of control, Tomitaka gave a friendly international gesture and sidestepped past her, aiming for the door.
At that moment, a commotion erupted from the stairwell outside the classroom.
It was the afternoon dismissal period, and from now until five o'clock, students would be off to their club activities. The corridor was crowded with students preparing to leave.
Tomitaka turned toward the source of the stir. As the crowd parted, a tall, curvaceous young woman in a white lab coat emerged. She had long black hair, wore glasses, and every student nearby couldn't help but pause, staring in admiration.
Her outfit—black thigh-high stockings, high heels, and a short skirt—hinted at a refined intellect hiding deeper, more intense desires beneath the surface.
"Ah… that's school physician Hasegawa-sensei. She's considered the only teacher at Koma Academy who could even challenge Rias-san and Shuna-senpai for top beauty status."
Ranka casually shared this, giving a sly glance at Tomitaka. She nudged him in the side with her elbow.
"Oh? Cat got your eyes? Hanakaiin-kun, have you also been captured by Hasegawa-sensei's gaze?"
"One glance? That might be overstating it. Honestly, it sounds like you're describing a cute boy DLC character, not Hasegawa-sensei."
"Hmm~ So you're saying Hanakaiin-kun could be taken in by a cute boy DLC at first sight?"
"Shut up…"
As they exchanged barbed jokes, the source of the earlier commotion—the alluring school physician—had now arrived beside them.
Like a gentle spring breeze, her presence silenced Ranka mid-sentence.
Tomitaka looked up. Hasegawa-sensei stood calmly beside him, her green eyes reflecting a face he knew intimately, unlike any Japanese face he'd seen before.
Ranka opened her mouth to speak but immediately froze, the words catching in her throat.
The atmosphere hung briefly in tense silence before the physician spoke softly:
"I've been told that you sometimes fall asleep during class. I was worried you might be unwell, but seeing you in good shape now is reassuring. If you ever feel physically unwell, feel free to visit the nurse's office."
"…Oh."
Though he didn't fully understand why she said that, her concern seemed genuine, so Tomitaka nodded.
Satisfied that he didn't reject her kindness, Hasegawa Chisato offered a soft, elegant smile.
"Well then, see you later."
She continued on her way, her steps graceful as she moved down the corridor.
Watching her walk away for over ten meters, Ranka stiffened, swallowing nervously.
"Feels like Hasegawa-sensei… really cares about you. Don't tell me, Hanakaiin-kun, you went all out with her in the clubroom too, huh?"
"Yes, everything you said is correct."
Tomitaka's voice came from the opposite end of the corridor, near the stairs.