[5] Presentations.

After a while of waiting while sitting at his desk, watching his classmates chat with each other and observing the landscape through the window while listening to music with his headphones, Shiki was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of the door sliding open. A woman entered the classroom.

The murmurs ceased when she reached the blackboard and, with precise movements, wrote her name: "Koharu Shirayama," traced in white chalk on the black surface.

Attracting the attention of most students, the teacher introduced herself.

"My name is Koharu Shirayama," she began, with a clear and authoritative voice that resonated in the room. "From today, I will be your math teacher. I hope you will take care of me for the rest of this school year."

Koharu Shirayama was a woman with short, dark brown hair, styled in a bob with straight bangs. She wore glasses, which gave her an intellectual and strict appearance.

Her attire, a white blouse combined with a black skirt that reached her knee, was simple but elegant.

"For now, let's start by making a list and introducing ourselves to the rest of your classmates," the teacher said while reviewing the documents with the students' information.

"When I say your name, you will introduce yourself with a hobby of yours. Although if you don't want to, you can sit down after saying your name," she added softly, looking around the class.

Then she called the first number on the list.

The students began to introduce themselves one by one, and Shiki immersed himself in his thoughts, carefully considering what to say.

He knew that, because of his appearance and the attention he was already attracting, anything he said would be analyzed by his classmates.

The curious looks from the girls and some whispers among the boys were enough proof.

He could see the female students stealing glances and some students who were curious.

"Number 9, Raku Ichijou," called the teacher.

Shiki looked at the boy he had seen at the entrance of the school, surrounded by his Yakuza bodyguards. 'So we're in the same class,' he thought with some amusement.

Raku got up with slight hesitation, and with a voice that was trying to sound calm, he began his introduction. "My name is Raku Ichijou. My hobbies are cooking, and I like it..."

Suddenly, Raku paused, and his eyes, almost involuntarily, turned to a classmate. Shiki noticed the slight blush on the girl's face as she quickly avoided his gaze.

Raku, aware that he had revealed more than he intended, cleared his throat, uncomfortable.

"That's all. Please take care of me," he concluded quickly, sitting back in his seat with an air of relief.

Several students began to whisper to each other, some murmuring about Raku's dramatic entrance to the school.

"Did you see that guy at the entrance? He arrived with a bodyguard escort or something like that," murmured a boy at the back of the class.

"And then, that slip? He clearly has a crush on someone," another replied with an accomplice smile.

Shiki looked at Raku, who was trying hard to act normally, although his eyes continued to wander towards the same girl.

'It seems that there is a little love story in this class,'

After a few more classmates introduced themselves, the teacher called the next name on the list.

"Number 14, Kosaki Onodera," she announced.

Onodera slowly got up from her seat, visibly nervous. Her shyness was evident in the way she played with her fingers while she spoke.

"My name is Kosaki Onodera. My hobbies are cooking and baking, gardening, and reading books about cooking..."

As she spoke, her eyes slid, almost unconsciously, towards Raku, who was sitting on the other side of the class.

It was a moment, but Shiki, always observant, didn't let the detail pass. Onodera quickly looked away, her face reddening slightly.

"That's all, please take care of me," she ended up saying with a small bow before sitting down in a hurry, clearly wishing that her turn had gone unnoticed.

However, whispers began to spread through the class like a slow fire.

"Did you notice that?" A girl murmured to her friend, both exchanging glances of complicity.

"Yes, she definitely looked at him," the friend replied, nodding with a mischievous smile. "I wonder if there's anything between them."

Meanwhile, Raku seemed to try to maintain his composure, but his eyes turned again to Onodera, who now kept her head down, as if trying to hide behind her hair.

Shiki observed the interaction with interest. 'This is a little entertaining,' he thought to himself.

Onodera and Raku seemed to be trapped in a silent game, their feelings barely disguised.

Ruri Miyamoto, who had already introduced herself, looked at her best friend with an imposing look. She thought to herself, 'When will they go out together?' Her expression showed a mixture of concern and expectation as she followed the reactions of Raku and Onodera. "This could become interesting," she reflected.

Next to her, Shuu Maiko, who had also been introduced, looked at his best friend with a mischievous smile. While thinking about how he could bother him after classes, his lips curled into a joking smile that he couldn't contain. 'This is going to be fun,' he said, anticipating the entertainment that would come later.

"Number 19, Nakano Nino," called the teacher.

Shiki diverted his attention to the girl who was getting up from her seat.

Nino was of average height, with a thin complexion. Her long, straight hair, dark pink, was tied in two low pigtails with blue ribbons.

She wore a cross-shaped hairpin on the left side of her hair, a detail that added a distinctive touch to her style. Her large light blue eyes shone with an air of confidence.

When Nino got up, her hair moved gracefully, attracting the attention of many boys in the class, who couldn't help but admire her appearance.

Shiki, although he tried to disguise his interest, thought this girl was really pretty. However, he remained reserved enough not to stand out among the multitude of admirers.

"My name is Nakano Nino. My hobbies are cooking..." Nino began to speak with a tone that sounded a little haughty, as if she was used to being the center of attention.

"I also enjoy fashion and..." Her voice faded for a moment, and she took a quick look around, making sure that nothing important remained to mention.

"That's all, please take care of me," she concluded with a determined tone and sat down again in her place, leaving behind a trail of murmurs and intrigued looks.

"Wow, that girl has a presence," a boy told his partner, looking at Nino with admiration.

"And that air of superiority, I wonder if it's always like that."

"It definitely seems that she is used to being the center of attention," the friend answered with a smile.

"Silence," said the teacher, calming the conversations in the class.

"Number 20, Suzuki Shiki."

Shiki got up slowly, and immediately, all the attention of the class was focused on him. The girls looked at him with curiosity and admiration, while some boys frowned, clearly envious of the attention he was receiving.

Shiki, noticing the looks that surrounded him, sighed internally as he began his presentation.

"My name is Suzuki Shiki. My hobbies are cooking and reading. I like to sleep. That's all. Please take care of me," he said, making a slight bow before returning to his seat.

'I think that was a normal presentation,' Shiki thought to himself.

Suddenly, a girl raised her hand, her face full of curiosity. "Suzuki-kun, why do you wear a patch?"

Another girl, with a slightly defiant tone, asked, "Do you have eighth grade syndrome?" Her expression showed a mixture of interest and skepticism. 'It would be a waste of a pretty face,' she thought.

Shiki's lips twisted in a grimace of slight frustration. If possible, he didn't want to lie, saying that he has a wound or something like that, since even though his eye is special and too beautiful, it doesn't do anything to the naked eye either.

"My left eye is a little... different? It attracts a lot of attention, so that's why I use this patch," Shiki explained calmly, without giving more details than necessary.

Nino, from her seat, unconsciously murmured aloud, "That's what Chuunibyou usually say, isn't it?"

The whole class heard the comment, and a wave of murmurs ran through the room. Shiki frowned at the term 'Chuunibyou' and decided that it was better to end the rumor before it spread.

With a sigh, Shiki removed the patch, revealing his golden eye, which contained the hands of a clock on his iris. The room was left in stunned silence while everyone processed the unusual view.

"Wow!" exclaimed a boy in the front row, his eyes wide open in astonishment. "Is that...?"

"It can't be," whispered a girl, her voice full of admiration. "It's like something out of an anime."

"Look at that!" Another student said, leaning forward to see better. "It's like a real watch inside his eye."

Some girls began to whisper to each other, clearly fascinated by Shiki's eye.

Shiki sighed deeply and began to put the patch back on his left eye. The act, although simple, provoked a series of reactions in the classroom. Some students let out small murmurs of disappointment, visibly disheartened by the end of the show.

"Well, that's all. Please take care of me, and I hope you don't have rumors out there that I have eighth-grade syndrome," Shiki said with a smile that pretended to be kind but instead sent chills down everyone present.

"Now, to evaluate your initial knowledge, we will take a brief exam," the teacher announced while handing out the sheets to each student. "Please work on it individually and deliver your sheets at the end of the class."

Shiki received his exam sheet, and upon reading the questions, he could not prevent a sigh of boredom from escaping his lips.

'Having Rasiel is a trap,' he thought as the class continued until lunchtime.

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(A/N: I tried to correct the spelling errors with a page. How about now? Are there still many errors? Remember that I don't speak English, so I can't know).