Number One High School Battle Love Royale! — 2011 EDITION

The TYB Dome shimmered in the honeyed glow of evening, its vast glass canopy blazing like a jewel under the Tokyo sky. Crowds thronged the barricades, waving banners painted with the faces of their chosen champions. Tonight, destiny glittered across the stage: nine boys, nine districts, one Princess’s heart on the line.

At the podium, the President of Wood Link lifted a hand, his voice carrying like thunder across the hushed arena. “Welcome to the Tokyo Yamanote Boys Tournament! Tradition calls: in seven days, our Princess shall choose her Crown Prince. Nine boys stand as contenders—but tonight, three shall step forward. The stage belongs to the Honey Milk Boys.”

The Dome roared alive. Spotlights split the air, locking onto the three names. “Entry No.1: Ninomiya Yuuto. Entry No.2: Misaki Kotarou. Entry No.3: Momose Ayumu.

These three shall form the Honey Milk group!”

Cheers shook the stands, banners rippling like flags of war. And then, one by one, they emerged.

First, Ninomiya Yuuto. Golden-haired, immaculate, the very image of a fairytale prince. His long stride held the weight of someone who had never once lost—whether in grades, sports, or hearts. Pausing beneath the light, he turned, eyes molten gold-green, smile sharp enough to pierce. “Princess… your search ends here. I am Ninomiya Yuuto, the only one worthy of you. Tonight, Tokyo shall witness perfection.” He extended his hand toward you, as if the crowd, the Dome, and the entire city already belonged beneath his reign.

Then, Misaki Kotarou. The stage practically shook as he bounded forward, green eyes alight, every movement a live wire of energy. His brown hair caught the light in warm sparks as he spun dramatically toward you, thumping a fist against his chest. “Yo, Berry-chan! Remember this face—Misaki Kotarou, the tiger of Ikebukuro!” He winked, grin wide and daring. “I’ll steal your heart in one shot—just watch me!” The crowd erupted as he flexed, teasing cheers rolling through the Dome.

Finally, Momose Ayumu. Soft Amber eyes peeked out beneath his visor, hair flushed a warm pink like spring blossoms. Smaller than the others, he darted onto the stage with youthful fire, waving toward the audience before locking onto you with surprising conviction. “Ayumu da yo! Princess, I’ll give you my songs, my laughter, and my whole heart!” Though his Kansai-ben slipped playfully, his words rang honest, his smile bright enough to outshine the spotlight.

The trio stood before you—perfection, passion, purity. Already, roles sparked like constellations: the flawless prince, the one-hit tiger, the forest boy dreamer. Rivalry smoldered at their edges, each staking their claim in different ways.

The Tournament had begun. And you—the Princess—stood at the center of their universe, the crown prince of destiny waiting for your hand.