Wh-what should I do, I'm being followed!
Bocchi nervously quickened her pace, but…
He also quickened his pace!!
Bocchi felt a life-or-death crisis and desperately thought.
That person was wearing the same school uniform as her, so he should just be going to school normally, right?… No! Then why did he speed up when she sped up?
C-could it be that he saw the Band merchandise on her and came to strike up a conversation?
Bocchi stopped, turning her head back stiffly and vigilantly, but her head was like a jammed gear, unable to turn at all.
This won't do!!
It was too hard to turn around and ask someone else; if she was rejected, her existence would completely vanish!
She wouldn't dare to speak to anyone for all three years of high school.
She would just wait for him to approach her... No! What if he was a terrifying person?
Sh-she still needed to observe him.
But she didn't dare to look back... So she could only... Bocchi lowered her head and suddenly quickened her pace, cutting through the moving crowd of students like lightning, rushing towards the school... Ah, she ran away.
Hayato couldn't continue following the girl.
However, he didn't care much, as Bocchi didn't seem to have joined a Band yet, and she was a first-year student, the same year as him, so he was sure to meet her again.
Besides, he had already decided to join a Band and experience a new way of life.
Not just that, what he wanted to do wasn't just experience, but to make a living out of it.
"I want to create Pervert music, music that all the Perverts in the world will listen to!"
Hayato pointed at the sky and declared loudly.
His loud voice instantly attracted the gazes of his surrounding classmates, who looked at this first-year newcomer with surprise, confusion, and doubt.
But how could Hayato be timid? He walked towards the school like an emperor, treading on the gazes of everyone... Behind a tree dozens of meters from the school gate, Bocchi nervously watched the students approaching the school.
Not this one, nor that one... Ah, ah, who was that person just now?
She finally met someone she wanted to talk to, so why did he run away?
Ugh, ugh... too many people are watching, she's starting to feel sick.
She sighed, withdrew her gaze, and shrank behind the tree, lowering her head.
My life is more pathetic than an insect's, I am a caterpillar... caterpillar... dasha.
Footsteps approached, and Bocchi, feeling her personal space invaded, immediately looked over... Hayato, drawing on his past experience, walked near the school, avoiding the crowd, and began to look around.
Generally speaking, someone with social anxiety, when faced with a person they don't want to avoid but also don't dare to approach, will only escape to a safe place to observe.
After entering the school, he finally found that conspicuous pink color under a tree in a corner of the school.
So he walked over.
He didn't hide his footsteps, walking openly to the tree.
The girl trembled when she heard the movement behind her, and timidly peeked her head out from behind the tree.
Her cute, soft pink long hair was scattered and disheveled from her crawling on the ground. Her skin was so white it looked like she had never seen sunlight, and her cute pink tracksuit made her look soft and delicate.
At this moment, she had a nervous expression like a small animal, and her sky-blue eyes uneasily looked up at Hayato.
"Hello there, the weather is really nice today."
Hayato greeted her with a smile... Neat black short hair, deep brown eyes, a cheerful and confident smile.
Bocchi's eyes widened, then... she covered her eyes with both hands.
Her eyes, her eyes were burning!
Why was the first person to speak to her a max-level being? Facing a world boss right after leaving home was too terrible.
No, her soul, her soul was being scorched.
She couldn't breathe.
Hayato was stroking his chin at this moment, looking at Bocchi, who was already lying on the ground, with a strange smile.
Before seeing it with his own eyes, he hadn't realized it was so interesting.
Afraid of others, yet wanting to make friends with them, timid in personality, with a rich inner world, and looking scared by the popular person's aura, all of it was very cute and interesting.
It was a million times better than his past self, who had completely given up on growing.
"Are you alright?"
Hayato moved a little closer.
"Ah, ah... I'm sorry for int-int-intruding!"
Bocchi instantly stood up, using the strength born from her survival instinct, activating her few athletic nerves, and rushed out in an instant.
Intruding... He was the one intruding, wasn't he?
It seemed a bit difficult to get to know Bocchi this way. Hayato thought for a moment and gave up on getting close to Bocchi for now. Besides, his goal was to join a Band, which would make it easier to interact, and more importantly, how to join.
To be clear, he couldn't do anything.
According to Kessoku Band's setup, they were basically all complete, and he didn't want to push anyone out.
No, if his true nature was discovered, it was more likely that he would be pushed out, haha.
He walked towards the school while thinking.
He found his class, went in, and looked around. Hmm, he wasn't in the same class as Bocchi, which was a bit of a shame.
After that, the teacher gave a normal opening speech, followed by self-introductions, and then the students' self-introductions.
Hayato stood with his arms crossed, his fingers constantly tapping on his shoulder, his face full of disdain; he couldn't wait any longer.
Everyone was so ordinary, where was the self of a young person?
While he was waiting, the surrounding students were also unconsciously observing their new classmate.
The boys secretly observed the girls introducing themselves one by one, and the girls casually sized up the boys who enriched themselves with various hobbies.
However, the gazes of some who valued appearance gradually shifted to the handsome classmate sitting with his arms crossed.
Finally, Hayato saw the student in front of him finish his self-introduction and sit down; it was his turn.
"Then, next student, please."
At the teacher's voice, this man, immensely proud of his every word and action, slowly stood up.
He opened his mouth and said.
"I am a Pervert."
His heartfelt voice was incredibly loud.
Inside the classroom, all the students felt as if the visual signals they received and what they heard didn't match at all.
The students in the entire classroom kept blinking, refreshing their vision.
Hayato, like an emperor, looked around and, seeing the uncomprehending gazes of his classmates and teacher, continued.
"Gentlemen, I repeat, I am a Pervert, whether boy or girl, regardless of age, whether organic or inorganic, regardless of its life structure, chemical composition, or physical properties."
He spoke with increasing fervor, finally concluding word by word like a curtain call.
"I, like, all, of, them! I am such a Pervert!"
In the eyes of others, the world was left with only a madman making a wild commotion.
Seeing everyone stunned, Hayato, satisfied, slightly reined himself in and put on a gentle smile.
"It is my honor to be here today and become classmates with all of you. I hope everyone present can comprehend the beauty I speak of with me."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone would guess his meaning, but everything that needed to be said had been said, and the words were out.
Then, this guy started spouting nonsense.
"At the same time, I have received my first mission after becoming a high school student, which is to become a harem king! This is an opportunity to prove my strength."
He waved his hand, full of heroic spirit.
"So! Please everyone, sign up enthusiastically, whether for yourselves, or for your siblings, or for your fathers and mothers."
"Everyone, give me your Line IDs! Give them to Hayato, the one who cries like a hawk, Hayato."
"That is all."
Hayato sat down.
The vocal cords of the world seemed to have been killed; even the chirping of insects and birds around them stopped.
It wasn't until a moment later that the teacher, not knowing how to react, froze for a long while, and in the even more bewildered gazes of the students, mechanically said.
"Please... next student."