As they reached the classroom Deeno then goes to his seat near the window at the back. Kuze then sat at his right side at the second row at the back.
"Good morning! Kuze-kun, Deeno-san" a silver haired girl then greeted them as they sat.
"Good morning! Alya you're early as always huh" Masachika greeted back.
"Mmm... Morning!.. " Dino said slowly as he leaned on his desk trying to sleep.
Alya then looked at Deeno" I see that Deeno-san as sleepy as always... Did you stay up late at night again?"
"No-no-no alya that's just him being lazy again as always" Kuze said as Dino then looked up at him and said, "You're one to talk with that late-night habit of yours while watching anime".
After a pause Dino then add " And Laziness is the mother of all bad habits, but ultimately she is a mother, and we should respect her, credits to drag king"
Alya blinked, still at a loss for words. She opened her mouth slightly, trying to find a proper response to Deeno's "philosophical" take, but ended up sighing in defeat.
"Respect? Really? That's your excuse?" she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"At this point, Deeno-san, you might as well start a religion for laziness..."
Masachika stifled a laugh.
"I see," Alya said with a composed smile, her tone polite but cool. "It appears Dino-san has no intention of hiding his... tendencies."
"Amen to that. Saint Deeno of the Sacred Siesta."
At that moment, Hikaru Kiyomiya stepped into the room. His light brown hair caught the soft morning light, and his refined features—almost ethereal in their delicacy—drew a few quiet glances as he passed.
Clad in his neatly worn uniform, he moved with calm ease, like someone who never needed to rush. His brown eyes flicked toward the group, amused.
"You guys are loud for this early in the morning," Hikaru said with a gentle smile, setting his bag down. "Did I miss a sermon or something?"
"We're just worshipping the goddess of naps," Kuze replied casually.
Following right behind him was Takeshi Maruyama, swinging his bag behind his back, grinning wide.
"Yo! Good morning! Man, I can hear you guys from the hallway. What's going on? Deeno preaching again?"
Takeshi plopped into his seat in front of Deeno, looking over at him.
"Did you at least do the math homework this time, or did 'Mother Laziness' say no?"
"She said… numbers are illusions," Deeno murmured, face still buried in his desk.
"Also... the homework was a dream I had… so technically, yes."
Everyone: "..."
Alya gave him a blank stare, Masachika chuckled, and Takeshi laughed out loud.
"You're hopeless, man."
Before anyone could roast him further, the classroom door slid open with a click, and their homeroom teacher stepped in.
"Alright, everyone. Settle down. Take your seats."
The room slowly quieted, but the amused grins remained, and Deeno? He didn't move an inch.
"Deeno-san," the teacher sighed, half-smiling as she adjusted her attendance sheet. "Can you at least pretend to be awake this time?"
"Sensei… my spirit is awake, but my body refuses the call," Deeno mumbled from his desk without lifting his head.
A few quiet chuckles rippled through the classroom.
Masachika leaned over and nudged him with a pen.
"Get up, o enlightened one."
"...I need five more centuries."
A handful of students snorted, amused. Others just shook their heads, clearly having given up on trying to understand how the school's No. 4-ranked student spent every morning looking like he hadn't slept in a week.
"I don't get it," someone whispered from the other side. "He sleeps through half the lessons but still beats me in every subject…"
"Don't bother," another replied. "That guy's operating on divine slacker energy."
The teacher gave an exaggerated shrug.
"Well, as long as the grades stay up, I guess I'll let your soul wander a bit longer, Deeno-kun. Just don't start snoring again, please."
"No promises…"
—Deeno—
As the class carried on with the usual, I remained slouched in his seat, eyes half-closed and fingers absentmindedly tapping his desk.
A soft ding echoed inside on my mind.
[CHAT GROUP SYSTEM INSTALLATION COMPLETE.]
[Processing invite...]
[Distributing...]
[Opening communication channel...]
Deeno blinked. Slowly.
A translucent screen appeared in front of me—visible only to me. I gave it a glance, then exhaled, clearly underwhelmed.
[Welcome to Multiverse Dimensional Chat Group]
[You have been designated as: "Admin | Sleeping Ruler"]
[Inviting Selected Individuals Across Dimensions…]
"Tch… Not the kind that gives me free power just for signing in?" I muttered, eyes drooping again.
He leaned his cheek against his palm, already losing interest.
"A year for a chatroom... I was hoping for a cheat menu and a nap extension."
The screen politely ignored his complaint and continued its boot-up sequence with a soft glow.
[Connecting selected members…]
Deeno sighed again. "Whatever. As long as I don't have to actually do anything."
He closed one eye and lazily watched the interface finalize, mentally bracing for the chaos that was about to drop in—while silently wishing it came with a 'skip world-saving' button.