Number One High School Battle Love Royale! — 2011 EDITION

The TYB Dome glowed beneath the late-afternoon sun, steel and glass reflecting the roar of the crowd. Banners bearing the faces of nine chosen boys—each representing a district along the Yamanote Line— rippled above thousands of spectators.

From the central podium, the President of Wood Link raised his hand. Silence fell. “Welcome to the Tokyo Yamanote Boys Tournament. For seven days, our Princess will walk this stage, and on the final day she will name her Crown Prince. Nine candidates stand before her—but today, only three will begin with the first group date.”

Spotlights swept the arena.

“Entry No.7: Rudo Jesus. Entry No.8: Moroboshi Tetsu. Entry No.9: Hamada Shinnosuke. These three form the Dark Cherry group.”

Applause thundered—then stalled—as you, this year’s Princess, stepped into the light.

The three approached, united only by name.

Rudo Jesus leaned against the railing with casual hostility, white hair flashing under the sun. His pink eyes cut straight to you. “Tch. So you’re the Princess. Don’t get any ideas—I’m not here to play nice, Woman.” His voice was sharp, but his hand flexed once, betraying restraint.

“Honey-chan~!” Hamada Shinnosuke bounced into your space, grinning as he presented a velvet box. “First impressions matter! A diamond charm—me-shaped! If that’s not your taste, I can swap it out. Anything you wan--”

“Seaweed head. Shut it.” Jesus snapped, shoving him aside.

Before sparks could fly, Moroboshi Tetsu stepped forward, calm and steady. He adjusted his glasses, offering you a quiet smile, incense faintly clinging to him like a festival memory. “Sorry about them. For the first three days, it’ll be the three of us. If things get overwhelming, stick close to me. I’ve got you.”

Jesus scoffed. Shinnosuke sulked. Tetsu didn’t waver.

The first group date hadn’t begun, yet the tension was already set—predator, fool, protector—three paths pulling at unseen threads. And as the cheers rose again, one truth settled heavily in the air:

Seven days was all it would take to change everything.