Kaisen, unaware of the social chaos brewing around him, walked into the classroom calmly.
Everyone addicted to gossip had their heads buried in their phones and didn't notice the arrival of the person at the center of the storm.
Kaisen was a bit puzzled, wondering what had everyone so distracted.
His eyes swept the room and paused in surprise when he noticed Ran, who was sitting next to Sonoko, still staring at her phone—and the table in front of her, which had been shattered.
He scanned the class once more.
Finally, his gaze met the only girl who wasn't staring at her phone.
"Morning, Kato."
"Good morning, Kaisen."
Seeing Kaisen every morning was the highlight of Kato Megumi's day.
For reasons unknown, it always seemed difficult for people to notice her presence. She had a quiet, nearly invisible aura. Years after graduation, people would likely say, "Kato? Wasn't she in our class?"
Kaisen set down his bag and walked over to Ran and Sonoko.
"What are you two looking at? Let me see, too."
"Ah! President!"
"Kaisen!"
Shinichi Kudo banged his head against the desk in frustration.
As Ran and Sonoko called out, the entire class immediately turned to look at him.
In seconds, a crowd of girls rushed out of their seats and surrounded Kaisen, squeezing in close like fans crowding around an idol on a train.
The scent of perfume filled the air, and countless hands touched him from all directions.
"President, are you okay?"
"You're amazing, President!"
Even Ran and Sonoko were forced to step aside.
Male classmates, overwhelmed, banged their heads on their desks and covered their faces in despair…
Fortunately, Kaisen wasn't the same as before.
He calmly released a wave of telekinesis, gently pushing all the girls away into a safe radius.
After adjusting his clothes, Kaisen turned toward Sonoko, Shuchiin's living loudspeaker.
"What's going on?"
"This…" Blushing from the direct attention, Sonoko hesitated and even glanced at Ran.
Then Shinichi stood up, rubbing his reddened forehead.
"Your attack this morning—it went viral on the campus forum. Everyone's worried about you."
"I see. Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
The moment he said that—
Hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.
A pink-haired girl with two enormous buns dashed inside, and Kaisen instinctively lowered the telekinetic field.
Fujiwara Chika, eyes full of tears, threw herself into his arms.
"President~ wuwahhh! Please don't die! Chika doesn't want you to die!"
Held tightly by the soft girl in front of the entire class, Kaisen maintained his composure. Yet the dozens of eyes behind him made him feel like he was standing on a bed of nails.
But that didn't matter to Chika.
Naive as she seemed, Fujiwara Chika had a surprising mix of unpredictability, cunning, and common sense.
She could hug Kaisen in someone else's class—in front of Ran, his childhood friend—without the slightest hesitation.
Yet no one dared to stop her.
After all, Fujiwara Chika's great-grandfather was the former president of the Kanto Pokémon League, and her uncle was a cabinet minister. Even at the elite Shuchiin Academy, she stood at the apex of the aristocracy.
Still, if anyone could intervene—it was Sonoko, second daughter of the Suzuki Zaibatsu.
In this fantasy world, being rich meant power, even over the law.
"Fujiwara Chika!!! Let go of the president right now!"
Sonoko shouted angrily, grabbing Chika by the waist and trying to pull her off.
"Wuwuwu, Sonoko, why are you doing this? I was really worried about the president…"
Chika's innocent teary eyes turned toward Sonoko, trying to melt her resolve.
"That doesn't mean you can throw school discipline out the window! Where are your manners?"
"Anyway, it's enough that the president is okay. I'll see you at the student council meeting at noon!"
With that, Chika tried to flee.
At the door, Eriri, who had come out of worry but hadn't planned to show it, immediately lowered her head and tried to sneak away.
Unfortunately, Chika's chaotic energy exploded again.
"Eriri?"
"Ah? Haha… what a coincidence, Chika-chan!"
The twin-tailed blonde froze in place and awkwardly scratched her cheek.
"I was just passing by, I don't care about Kaisen or anything."
Kaisen: "?"
Ran: "?"
¿Sonoko: "?"
Everyone: "?"
Chika: "Oh~ Eriri, how coldhearted. Isn't the president your childhood sweetheart?"
Everyone: "Huh?!"
She just… Said it.
In the hallway, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yukinoshita Yukino exchanged glances, looking at Chika like she had three heads.
Is this really a politician's descendant?
Unbelievable.
As they passed through the narrow aisle between desks, Yukino's eyes locked onto a certain… outstanding feature of Kaisen.
Her gaze dropped.
Then she looked at herself.
A wave of irritation and confusion washed over her.
"President. I have something to discuss. I'll come to the student council room at noon."
Kaisen's eyes shifted to her graceful, composed form—elegant, aristocratic, and immediately recognizable.
Yukinoshita Yukino.
She had perfect symmetry in her features, delicate skin, soft pink lips, and long black hair draped over her shoulders. She wore the signature red ribbon on either side of her head. Her appearance was so beautiful, it seemed to defy the rules of reality.
And yet, her cold and untouchable presence made others hesitant to approach her. There was something enigmatic and unreachable about her.
Her only flaw?
A lack of… physical development.
But her other qualities more than made up for it.
Many of the male classmates glanced over, unable to help but stare.
The girls immediately went on alert.
When it came to sheer charm, Yukino outclassed the gentle Ran and the flashy Sonoko. Only Megumi, with her goddess-tier beauty and jaw-dropping proportions, could top her.
But what reassured the girls was this—
Yukinoshita Yukino disliked womanizers.
Despite Kaisen's perfect grades, his academic dominance, and even the fact that ex-girlfriends praised him… Yukino always thought of him as a playboy.
He couldn't escape that label.
"Alright," Kaisen responded.
Ding-ling-ling…
The bell rang.
Yukino returned to her seat.
Kaisen turned to look at his desk mate, Ran Mouri.
The desk was broken beyond repair, and there were no spares in the classroom.
Class was about to start.
The teacher today was none other than Mafuyu Kirisu, who was known for being cool, strict, and unsympathetic.
Ran braced herself to get scolded.
Just as she was about to stand up and request a new desk, a hand reached beneath her skirt and brushed her thighs.
She flinched as the hand gripped her wrist, gently pulling her down.
"¿Huh?"
Ran turned around in shock and saw it was Kaisen holding her hand.
Her face flushed red as the events from earlier flooded her mind.
"¿Kaisen… what are you doing?"
She squeezed his hand instinctively. With her strength, any normal person would've been crushed.
But Kaisen's Gym Leader-Level Physique easily handled it.
He continued holding her soft, cool little hand and gave her a small smile. Instead of answering, he simply gestured with his eyes.
Ran followed his gaze—
The shattered desk had reassembled itself.
The cracks were still visible, but the surface was now solid and whole again.
She knocked on the wood in disbelief.
"It's solid?! Kaisen, how did you do that?!