Inside an obscure classroom on the third floor of the school, a man stood. The shadows couldn't hide his unsettling appearance—short, spiky blonde hair, a crisply buttoned white shirt with a collar, and glasses that gleamed ominously from the left lens. Behind those glasses, his piercing gaze flickered with intent.
He wore a mischievous grin as he listened to his secretary's report, who stood behind him, unaware of the expression on his face.
"…And that's all for the report! "
"I see... Thank you. "You're dismissed," he said smoothly, adjusting his glasses with a subtle push.
Thud.
Once he was sure the room was empty, he removed his mask and began to mutter to himself.
"Kazama Kenji, Takao Shin… I didn't expect you two to descend into that club…"
His gaze drifted to a photo pinned to the corkboard. In the picture was none other than Chitose Karasuyama, the current student council president.
"Don't worry, guys… Help is coming soon—!" "
He stepped forward to the open window and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:
"From the Student Council Vice President—KAWAHARA ATARU!!! "
[Meanwhile, behind the school building…]
"Damn those guys… I'll make sure to pay them back," Kenji grumbled, aggressively shoving a rice ball into his mouth. The food was good, but he couldn't savor it.
"Really? I just saved you," I muttered to myself while chewing. "If I hadn't stepped in, you'd be in a basement crying by now. And now you want revenge? Typical protagonist logic—they don't know the difference."
I wasn't saying it to anyone in particular, just thinking aloud. Still, Yokoshima and Nagayama gave me weird looks.
"What's he saying? Got any clue, Shin-chan? Yokoshima asked.
"No comment," I replied flatly.
Kenji glanced at me, picked up on my disinterest, and gave up pushing the subject. He kept eating in silence, clearly stewing in frustration but smart enough not to drag me into it again.
Then—
"Kenji!!"
A voice rang out.
A blur rushed toward us, arms crossed like an anime character doing a finishing move.
"Ataru, huh…" I muttered. Even though he called Kenji's name, he was coming straight at me, performing "Thunder Cross Split Attack!" "
Without hesitation, I stood up and planted a front kick directly under his chin. He flipped and crashed to the ground, bending his body like a cooked shrimp.
"Ugh!"
To my disgust, he wasn't in pain. His face… showed pleasure instead.
"…A typical masochist," I sighed.
Still, I didn't hold it against him. Despite being a pervert, Ataru never treated me differently. He was weirdly fair and even kind in his own disturbing way.
"What do you want, Ataru? "I asked, offering him a hand.
He grabbed it—but instead of standing up, he rubbed it lewdly.
I kicked him down again.
"Ugh!!"
"Stop messing around."
Seeing I wasn't joking, he stood up quickly. Then he lunged—not at me this time—but at Kenji, grabbing his collar and shaking him violently.
"Are you guys alright!?" Are you okay!? Huh!? "
"…He probably can't answer with you rattling his brain," I muttered.
Ataru turned to me with a glint in his eye. "Hey, Shin—by any chance, do you have any mysterious, unusual, conspicuous wounds on your body? "
"…What?"
"In other words—" he leaned forward, face flushed red, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. "—anything strange beneath your clothes… (Let me see!)"
I clenched my fist. Just as I was about to punch him again—
Kenji finally recovered and jumped in.
"What the hell are you saying, freak!?" One more word and I'll kill you!! "
Meanwhile, Yokoshima, clueless to the tension, asked cheerfully,
"By the way, what brings you here, Vice President? "
Ataru blinked. "Oh, right! "
He clapped his hands together and sat down cross-legged like it was a casual picnic.
"Shin, Kenji—I heard rumors you two joined the Game Production Club. Is that true? "
Kenji paled. "Wha—how!?" It's not even that well-known! " he retorted, feeling confused how the news reached him immediately.
"Well, the club's being disbanded today, and since it's under student council management, of course he'd know," I said to myself.
There's no need to tell them this. After all, neither of us owes them anything—in fact, they owe us for keeping the club intact.
"Yes, it's actually the most perilous club... at least when one considers Chitose Karasuyama's influence," Ataru explained.
"Chitose Karasuyama? Who's that?" Kenji asked.
"It's the girl who knocked you out," I said.
"Ah!? What authority could that Tsuchi girl possibly have?" Kenji sneered.
"You didn't know? She's the student council president," Ataru replied.
"What!? Are you serious!?"
Ataru pushed up his glasses and continued, "The local senior high had fifteen student council presidents until she came along. With her coercive mouth and sexual charisma, she convinced not just students—but even the teachers—to hand over power. Before long, she was crowned queen of the campus."
"With that kind of power, she became feared in school and infamous in the neighborhood... Along with her two brothers and the Five Heavenly Kings, the witch crushed the Fourteen Bands. And the fact that I'm the vice president while she's not? That makes her my eternal rival."
"Five Heavenly—!? Fourteen Bands!? That sounds like a musical club!" Kenji retorted. "Hold on, what about the others in that group!?"
"You've only seen the tip of the iceberg," Ataru said, voice rising. "And the pot is about to overflow!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Kenji snapped.
"Me neither!" said Yokoshima and Nagayama in unison.
"And I'm just as confused!"
Suddenly, someone butted in.
We all turned toward the source of the voice—and found a girl peeking her head in through the window.
"Tch..." Kenji clicked his tongue and glared. "Eavesdropping, were you!? That's a bad habit!"
"You incompetent fools are just loud," Chitose said flatly.
"You think we'd fall for such a lame excuse!?"
Chitose leaned her arms on a stool, causing her back to arch slightly and her rear to lift—an undeniably seductive pose.
"Incidentally, this is the girls' locker room," she added.
Black lines fell on everyone's forehead as realization dawned.
"Are you guys... peeping Toms?" she asked.
"That's not it! Don't say things like that so seriously!" Kenji protested. "B-but! Think about how high the second floor is! We can't even see anything from here!"
Chitose narrowed her eyes at us. "Is that so? So you've joined forces to come here and peek, haven't you?"
"..."
"This girl just jumped to her own conclusion without even thinking it through," they all thought in unison.
Even though they denied it outwardly… inside, they were already forming strategies, using each other as steppingstones to tower and sneak a peek.
"That does it!!" Ataru shouted excitedly. "I need to go in there!!"
"This guy actually wants to peek?" the three of us thought at the same time.
"But aren't you two the same?" I sneered inwardly.
Ataru turned around, flushed, with unmistakable traces of lust on his face.
"It's unbearable to just excuse this!!"
"This guy really wants to look!"
"Oy, get lost before I chase you all away!" Chitose shouted, raising her fist.
"That's bad! That's Tsuchi's special attack!" Kenji instinctively took a step back.
Chitose looked at him like he was a bug. "For someone like you, my spit is more than enough."
"Filthy! How did you become student council president!?"
"Magnificent! I'll gladly receive it then!" Ataru said, sticking out his tongue.
I glanced at Ataru subconsciously, picturing him happily catching that spit with his mouth. A shiver ran down my spine.
"This pervert cannot be stopped..." Chitose seemed to feel the same. She turned and walked off in search of something.
"Oy, Hatsudai-san, can I borrow your locker?" she asked politely, directing the question to a girl beside her wrapped in a towel.
"...Sure?"
"Thanks." Without hesitation, Chitose lifted the locker and carried it toward the window.
"Ah! That's not borrowing! President, please put it back!" the girl pleaded, horrified.
Chitose gave her a devilish smile.
"...Never mind, please continue," the girl said, a black line forming on her forehead and a weak smile on her face.
The locker was halfway through the window, ready to fall. Kenji prepared to retreat—but seeing Ataru standing firm, he hesitated.
"What are you doing!? Hurry up and run!"
"I will not run..." Ataru said, his voice full of unwavering resolve.
"You!! Do you get some kind of thrill from getting hit by that!?"
Ataru sighed and shook his head. "It's not that, Kenji..."
"If I retreat now, it would be no different than submitting to her every day!" he shouted. "That's why, today, I'll change everything!!!"
Ataru stood firm, burning with determination—he wouldn't leave until he settled things with her.
Suddenly, a small hand tapped his shoulder. He turned around instinctively.
"A-chan... we'll lend you a hand."
Yokoshima and Nagayama stood behind him, offering their full support. Their friendship brought tears to Ataru's eyes, a warm sensation welling up in his chest.
"You guys..." He wiped his tears and shouted together with them:
"Victory over the student council president!!!"
"Heh! For a vice president, you've got guts. Bring it on!"
Now the three of them were pushing back the locker. A power struggle ensued. The fight remained in stalemate for a while before Ataru glanced our way.
"Kenji! Shin! I need your help!"
I wore an indifferent expression, standing at the sidelines. Kenji was sulking in the corner, playing with mud. He probably wanted to join in too—but no one had invited him.
"Are we even needed?" Kenji asked.
Given the situation, Ataru might've managed on his own. But since the battle was deadlocked, this was his only chance.
"Of course! I need both your strengths! Lend me your power!" Ataru extended his hand, the gesture resembling Anakin being invited to join the Dark Side.
Kenji hesitated, while I kept my eyes on Chitose.
"This woman is ridiculously strong. I doubt Ataru could hold her in a stalemate unless... there's a catch," I muttered.
Chitose glanced at me and smirked, then shifted her gaze to Kenji.
"I see..." I whispered. "She's stalling on purpose. It's a trap. Her goal is to get us suspended."
I let out a quiet laugh and retrieved my jacket.
"Sorry, Ataru, but I'm not interested in peeking. What's so great about seeing a worn piece of cloth? Once upon a time, I did desire to see a woman's body, but I've realized it wasn't something I truly wanted. I was just being influenced. So, I apologize again—but I won't do something I don't feel like doing."
I slipped on my uniform jacket, the same way Eren Jaeger does, and walked away coolly.
"..."
Kenji didn't say a word. He just stared at my back. Perhaps moved by my words—or maybe just because he wasn't invited—he fell into contemplation.
"I'm sorry, Ataru... but I think what Shin said makes sense." He bowed slightly, then followed after me.
Maybe my speech was only 1% of his reason. The other 99%? He just didn't want to feel left out again.
"...Kenji... Shin..." The three of them could only watch us leave.
"Tch..." Realizing her trap had failed, Chitose clicked her tongue and ended the fight.
The trio fell over, and sure enough—they were suspended for a day due to peeking.
Things had deviated from the original manga... But that's the beauty of it. Even when the plot turns upside down, the story continues—and something new is always born.