Chapter 1: The Window Seat Loner (And Apparently, a Comedian Too?)
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My name is Kuroya Shiranui, and I’m a high school student. But not just any student—I'm your typical, cliché, last-row, window-seat loner. You’ve seen my type before. The guy who never gets noticed, especially by girls. The guy who doesn’t bother making friends because, let’s be honest, why waste energy on people who don’t even have two brain cells to rub together?
But here’s the plot twist—I belong to the Shiranui mafia family. Yeah, like, actual mafia. Guns, black markets, secret dealings—the whole package. If this were an anime, my family would probably be the big bad guys in some underground crime syndicate arc.
Of course, no one in this school knows about that.
To them, I’m just "that weird guy who stares out the window all day."
And speaking of which…
I’m currently in class, surrounded by spoiled rich kids who think their parents’ bank accounts make them big person
One guy is bragging about how his dad just bought another yacht. (Wow, another one? Do they stack like Pokémon cards?)
Another dude is flexing his custom-made golden toothbrush. (Bro, why? Are your teeth trying to join the rich club too?)
Meanwhile, the girls are giggling at their phones, probably posting some deep, philosophical captions like, "Live, Laugh, Love" under a selfie they took five minutes ago.
I should probably be paying attention in class.
But let’s be real—why would I, when the view outside is way more entertaining?
The sky is clear. The clouds look soft. Maybe I should start naming them. That one looks like a rabbit. Or maybe a deformed shoe.
Honestly, the only thing keeping me sane in this school is looking at the clouds.
But, of course, peace is illegal in this classroom.
The Teacher Who Hates Me
Teacher: “Oye, you—Kuroya! What are you staring at out there?”
Ah, this guy. Our beloved teacher.
I’ll introduce him properly later, but for now, all you need to know is that he’s the president of my haters' club.
Teacher: “Every time I see you, you're looking out the window. If there's something so interesting, why don’t you just jump out of it?”
…Sir.
That’s attempted murder, you know?
The entire class erupts into laughter.
Even the dude with the golden toothbrush is laughing like I just told the funniest joke in history. (What’s so funny, bro? Your toothbrush is funnier than me.)
At this point, I could say something back.
Like, "Sorry, sir. I was just considering how much less painful falling from a window would be compared to listening to your lectures."
But that would probably get me expelled.
And as much as I hate this school, getting expelled would be annoying.
So, I do what I do best—ignore everything.
The Random Rich Guy™
Of course, this wouldn’t be a proper high school experience if some random guy didn’t take this as an opportunity to insult me.
Random Guy™: “If you couldn’t afford to study here, why did you even come, loser?”
Wow.
So original.
I’ve never heard that one before.
What next? Is he gonna say, "This is why you have no friends," as if I didn’t already know that?
Now, I could reply with pure logic.
Something like, "Bro, if I couldn’t afford this place, how would I be sitting here? Think about it for a second—oh wait, my bad, thinking isn’t your strong suit."
But that sounds like effort.
And effort isn’t part of my brand.
So instead, I just scratch my head, look down, and let out the dumbest laugh possible.
Kuroya: “Hehehe…”
Yeah. That’s my move.
The pathetic MC laugh. Works every time.
The class laughs harder. The teacher shakes his head. The rich kids feel superior.
But here’s the real joke—none of these idiots know who I really am.
And that’s what makes it hilarious.
Enter: The Beauty Queen
Now, let’s pause for a second.
At this point in every typical high school story, a certain character makes their entrance.
A girl.
Not just any girl—The Beauty Queen™.
She’s graceful. Gentle. Kind-hearted. A school idol with hair that flows like she’s in a shampoo commercial 24/7. The type of girl who "stands up for justice" and makes every guy in school fall for her.
And in exactly three seconds, she will stand up and defend me.
Three.
Two.
One.
???: “Shut up, guys! You can’t always be making fun of him. He’s a human too, just like us. He has a life too, and you guys are being too much.”
See?
What did I say? Predictable.
And yeah, her name is Hikari Kurogane.
She’s elegant. She’s popular. And she has the ultimate anime heroine trait—fake kindness.
Wanna guess what happens next?
That rich i***t who insulted me?
He’s about to backtrack so hard you’d think he just realized his entire existence was a mistake.
Not because he actually feels bad.
Nah, that would require a conscience.
The real reason? Hikari just took my side.
And this dude? He’s trying to impress her.
Desperate Redemption Arc
Random Guy™: “Kuroya, I’m really sorry I made fun of you. If you could forgive me, I’d like to treat you to lunch.”
…Did this man just offer me lunch?
Damn. That was unexpected.
Usually, they just say, "I was joking, bro."
But this guy went full-on philanthropist mode.
Honestly, if I were a real loner, this might be the moment I "learned the power of friendship" or whatever.
But I’m not.
So instead, I just sigh and rest my chin on my palm, watching the scene unfold like an audience member in a theater.
Because that’s what this is—a performance.
Hikari gets to look like the kind-hearted heroine.
The rich i***t gets to look like a "big-hearted" guy.
And me?
I get to be the mysterious loner who no one understands.
Perfect.
Maybe this school won’t be so boring after all.
- Writer
