First Day at School

Standing outside the classroom my homeroom teacher had led me to, I was focused on sorting out my uniform that was a bit torn at the joints because of the speed at which I ran here.

They never show you how annoying superhuman prowess is but when you experience it first-hand...it shows some annoying traits.

Anyway, onto my identity in this world. I'm 17 and my name is Hiroki Kurosawa. Even if my 192cm muscular frame disagrees with my age still being 17, my slightly immature face proves my age.

Though it doesn't make it any less shocking that I'm 6'3" and 17...

No matter, back to my identity~ I was left to an orphanage and I was recently let go because of an anonymous gift from a stranger (God. It was God.), and in the said gift, there was an apartment and enough assets to pay for the rent for a few lifetimes. Unfortunately, I could only use these assets to pay for things such as food and rent, or other essentials.

Once again, God was being stingy.

...Not that I want my wishes to be taken away from me or anything...Please don't do that, God...

"Kurosawa-kun! Come in!" a firm but feminine voice exploded from inside the classroom and I let out one last sigh before entering.

Small gasps, followed by whispers and some people outright spoke about my appearance.

Looking around I saw mainly average faces with black/brown eyes and black/brown hair on their heads. It seems I stick out like a sore thumb.

Is this what an Anime Protagonist feels like?

Ignoring my inner thoughts, I walked to the front of the classroom before looking at the people I would be calling classmates in the future.

"Hello, my name is Hiroki Kurosawa, I hope we can get along," I kept it brief as I did a small bow forward but with my height, I could still see the fascinated gazes of the people in front of me.

It was kinda embarrassing, not gonna lie.

Bringing me out of my embarrassment was a short cough to my right. Realizing my homeroom teacher wants to speak to me, I quickly straightened myself out before looking over at her.

She was a fairly tall and busty woman with long, black hair that reaches her shins, sticks out at her neck and falls over her shoulders. Her grey eyes were both fierce and gentle, it was a weird disposition for a teacher but seeing it in her eyes, I just felt that it worked.

Currently, she's wearing a knee-length white jacket similar to a lab coat, a black vest, and black pants with a brown belt. Underneath her vest is a dress shirt and a loosely worn short tie.

If you've ever watched OreGairu then you should know who this is...it's Shizuka Hiratsuka or Hiratsuka-sensei to her students.

And I've got to say, the Anime-version of her has nothing on the person I'm seeing right now. She was...ridiculously beautiful.

I really wonder why she never got a boyfriend, even with her aggressive attitude at times.

"...Kurosawa-kun, please don't stare at people, it's rude," Hiratsuka-sensei looked at me with a mock-reprimanding face and a slightly quirked lip that looked like the beginnings of a teasing smile.

Hearing this I quickly composed myself before nodding at her, "I'll keep in mind, sensei...Now, where am I going to sit?" trying to ignore the faint blush on my face, I kept a serious face while looking at Hiratsuka.

She saw my faint blush but thankfully she didn't say anything and only pointed toward an empty seat near the back.

Looking toward my seat, I made eye contact with someone I didn't think I'd see until I got back from school.

Shaking away any hesitancy, I calmly walked toward the empty chair and sat down next to my now slightly unhappy classmate.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you again today...Well, it's nice to formally meet you...?" looking hopefully at her, I saw her sigh before nodding toward me.

"Touka Kirishima, it's nice to meet you Kurosawa-san," and with this said in a stoic voice, she turned back to the front, basically saying 'Don't talk to me' with her body language.

Knowing it'd take a lot of time for me to break through her hard outer shell, I respected her decision and looked around my class for any other interesting people.

But when I looked around I saw another empty chair next to me. Wondering who would be this late, my thought process was interrupted by the door quickly opening and revealing a short girl, and seeing her I immediately recognized her--

"Furinji-san, how many times do I have to tell you; get to school on time!" Hiratsuka-sensei threw out these lines but she didn't seem very annoyed if annoyed at all.

The girl who walked in was quite the opposite of the grump girl next to me. She was bright, full of joy and had a smile which seemed to light up the room and the heart of every boy in this room along with some girls here and there.

She has fair skin with a beauty-mark under her left eye, bright blue eyes, and long straight-blond hair reaching down to her hips with short bangs. Right now her hair was styled into one big braid and one main strand of hair hanging over her forehead.

Hearing what Hiratsuka-sensei said, the girl who I recognized as Miu Furinji, beamed a smile toward the older woman, "Sorry sensei, but I ran into some delinquents and had to sort them out! Also, are you still coming to the Dojo tonight!?" she seemed incredibly excitable about something and I'd guess it's because of this meeting at the Dojo she lives in.

Hearing her student, Hiratsuka-sensei nodded before rushing her toward her seat with hurried hand-movements.

Though I tried my best to not look at Miu, her amazing figure and overall beauty was something that simply drew my eyes toward it like metal to a magnet.

When she noticed my gaze, her face lit up with excitement as she rushed over to me.

But when she was about to open her mouth, a stern cough came from our teacher, making Miu let out a cute grunt followed by an even cuter pout before she sat down.

While looking at this awfully cute creature next to me, I heard a scoff behind me before my hearing picked up Touka speaking.

"...Creep..."

Hearing her cold-ish voice, I flinched a little before looking at her and seeing her face of scorn.

Heh, you think you're the only one who can say mean things?

Leaning toward her with a smirk on my face, I whispered in a such a low voice that only she would hear me. I didn't need to worry about Miu as she was in her own land thinking of air-head things.

"...Ghoul..."

With just this word, I saw the color drain from Touka's face before she refused to make eye contact with me and instead focused on the front of the class. But the fidgeting she was doing with her hands and feet was an indication that what I just said was cooking up a storm in her head.

It may seem a bit far but if they 'hit' you, you gotta 'hit' them back harder, right? Plus, I have limited patience for people with mean-natured mouths or Tsunderes in general.

...Even if I was being a bit of a creep staring at Miu just now...

Anyway, I wasn't worried about her killing me. With my current power, I knew I'd be stronger than a Ghoul.

How could I know this when I hadn't tested out my body? Because Ghouls are, on average, 4-7 times stronger than a normal person. With my strong genetics, dense muscles and bones and my bloodline from the Kure Clan, I was many times stronger than the average person and therefore a Ghoul.

If I had to guess how strong I was at the moment without any physical conditioning, I'd say I was around 40 times stronger than the average person if the average person could lift around 65kg (aka the average weight for a person).

And that's without me activating the Removal Technique that removes all the biological limiters on my body's strength and allows me to use 100% of my strength, while right now I can only use 30% of my strength before my brain stops my muscles from going any further.

In short, I can easily overpower most, if not all, Ghouls I come across. But...

Turning to look at Miu, I thought about how my problems weren't Ghouls right now but instead the nigh-omnipotent martial arts Masters and Grandmasters from History's Strongest Disciple.

Miu noticed my gaze and looked at me for a while before smiling and giving me a small wave.

God, she's absolutely adorable.

Giving a small wave back, I turned my attention back to the front of the classroom. But before long, I saw something flying at me from my peripheral, so I lifted my hand and caught the small piece of folded up paper.

Thinking about my innate reaction speed, I had to thank Akoya Seishu for his Genes that gave me superhuman reaction speed.

Looking down at the piece of paper, I saw that it had the name Furinji written on it. Looking to my side, I saw Miu trying not to look my way while focusing on the lesson.

Smiling, I turned my attention back to the piece of paper before I opened it up. It only had a single line written in nice and neat handwriting.

[Are you a Martial Artist?]

Quickly writing back my reply, I tossed it back at Miu with incredible strength making the folded paper more like a shuriken if anything.

But of course, Miu didn't have a problem snatching it out of the air with relative ease.

...Damn cheater having been trained by an OP martial artist since she was a kid...Just wait until I start training!

Oh, what was my reply? Easy: [No. Are you? I heard you say something about a Dojo to Hiratsuka-sensei.]

Miu opened the note with an excited face after seeing how fast I threw the piece of paper but her happy smile soon became an indignant pout and she glared at me before 'furiously' writing her reply.

Once she was done she threw the paper with even more force than I did causing a low whistling sound of the air being cut apart to echo throughout the room.

Hiratsuka-sensei looked around the room but by that point, I'd already caught the piece of paper and kept it hidden in my hand where it was still burning slightly from the impact of me catching it.

Looking down at it, I smirked at the new writing there.

[You're lying! If you weren't a Martial Artist, then how did you react and catch that note? Normal people can't do that! And yes, I am a Martial Artist, so, I know one when I see one! Sensei is also one and she trains at my Dojo...Why aren't you being honest, I can see your body and I can tell you're a Martial Artist...]

Looking up at her with a smirk after reading the last part, I saw Miu's face look a bit flushed and when she saw my gaze she must have remembered what she wrote because I saw her look at my body. Despite the uniform I was wearing, it was still rather obvious I had a very well-built physique under my clothes.

For some reason, Miu blushed from this, even though I'm sure she sees people with such good physiques all the time.

Little did I know that I was the first person she'd met around her own age with such a physique. Most people needed years upon years to build such a body but I had mine because of genetics not because of training.

Thinking along this line, I wondered how far I could improve my so-called genetic perfection through training?

Putting such thoughts on the back burner I quickly wrote a reply before throwing it back.

It went something like this:

[Have you not thought that this is just how I was born? I grew up like this, freakish physical prowess and everything. But the bigger question is...why were you looking at my body? Are you a pervert or something~?]

What I said wasn't exactly a lie. I have been like this for as long as I've been alive. Or at least as long as I've been in this world.

Plus, it's true this is just how my body is. My physical prowess hasn't been trained, yet.

I threw in the last part because I wanted to tease a cute girl.

...Sue me. Any sane, straight man would tease an adorable girl like Miu!

Anyway, I watched from the corner of my eye as I saw Miu go from realization at what I said to then becoming incredibly flushed and looking over at me with teary eyes.

Seeing her like this, the urge to tease rose up from my sadistic heart and I slightly leaned toward her before whispering one word.

"...Pervert..." with this one word, I saw Miu's face enter the pinnacle of cuteness: Teary-eyed and an angry pout.

She quickly went to scribbling down something on the paper on her desk before throwing it at me.

[I'M NOT A PERVERT! YOU'RE A PERVERT! PERVERT!]

Ahhh~ No matter what you say now, Miu, you've opened up a topic I can tease you on for the entire day...Ahhh~ Bliss~

As if ignoring her embarrassment, I wrote down something completely different on the piece of paper before flicking it onto her desk.

When she opened and started reading it, her face changed from an angry pout into a delighted smile.

What was on it? Well, in short, it was this:

[Jokes aside, can I come over and check out that Dojo? I'd like to learn Martial Arts.]

Miu's Original Anime and her Wiki Page: https://kenichi.fandom.com/wiki/Miu_F%C5%ABrinji

Hiratsuka-sensei's Original Anime and her Wiki Page: https://oregairu.fandom.com/wiki/Shizuka_Hiratsuka