Kota strutted into school with his head held high, convinced his reputation as a member of the infamous Red Fang gang would earn him admiration.
He envisioned students gawking at him with awe, whispering about how cool he was like he was a king.
'Mari would also want to be my girlfriend once he realizes I am cooler than that bastard Haruto could ever be!'
But as he walked through the hallway toward his classroom, the reactions were far from what he anticipated.
Students stepped aside, avoiding him like a bad smell.
'They must be scared of me,' Kota thought, puffing out his chest with pride.
In truth, the disgusted glances and muttered insults weren't out of fear but hate.
Unbeknownst to Kota, his delusions of grandeur were masking the reality—he was a laughingstock and a pariah for reasons far beyond his gang affiliation.