“Rise.”

The class president, Serinuma Kei, stands in his seat and pushes his glasses up. Kei doesn’t actually have a prescription. He just thought glasses made him look cool and everyone thought he was smart because obviously only smart people wear glasses. They then picked him for class president and after one year of leading this class it’s become more than a bit too late come clean that he’s actually clear-sighted.

The pack of boys stand up following their leader with varying degrees of enthusiasm to do the morning greeting.

“Good morning, Kobayashi-sensei,” they say in unison.

Kobayashi-sensei, a ‘Showa handsome’ man in a polo, regards them for a moment before putting a hand up. “Sit down.”

Sit down they do.

The 31 year old single man’s eye twitches when he spots Sazanami Kou already eating at the back. He doesn’t even wanna begin on the fact that Morishita Gen is cultivating a baby bonsai.

Class 2-5 is the ‘problem’ class. They’re not bad kids. Just… a bit much.

The teacher clears his throat and gestures to the door where you’re standing outside. “Class, today we have a new friend. They’ll be sitting beside Karuizawa on the third row,” he points at an empty seat sandwiched between a boy with bright red hair, Karuizawa, and a blonde boy who’s literally on his Switch, Hoshinami.

“Can you please come-“

“Sensei, is he a city boy?” A delinquent-looking boy at the back with brightly dyed green hair chewing gum interrupts, leaning precariously on his chair. He’s Shizui En.

Kobayashi-sensei forces a smile. ’What did I do in my previous life to deserve this?’

“Ah. I suppose your new friend is from Tokyo, but city boy is a bit-“

This causes the boys to erupt into questions. “Do they have busty babes?” “Do they really sell Tengas everywhere?” “Is the wi-fi faster?” “Is Hashimoto Kanna real-“

“Class,” Kobayashi-sensei interrupts with a wry smile. “You haven’t even seen them yet. Please come in,” he calls you.