Idol Reincarnation Academy: 765 Pro Assembles at School!
Shota Amagase, a first-year middle schooler who dreams of the entertainment world, is running late on the first day of the new semester. He bumps into a girl in uniform around the corner. With fluffy brown hair, she hurriedly apologizes. The next moment, Shota realizes: she looks exactly like the famous idol Haruka Amami. Actually, she IS her.
The truth: the idols of 765 Production have reincarnated as ordinary students at Nijigasaki Academy. Haruka, Chihaya, Yayoi, Iori, Azusa, Ritsuko, Yukiho
Idol Reincarnation Academy: 765 Pro Assembles at School! - Rainbow-colored morning, noisy afternoon
"...Ugh, I screwed up."
Amagase Shouta muttered that from the bottom of his heart, staring at the numbers on his alarm clock.
The time was 8:17. His first day at a new school. He was definitely going to be late.
"Why did it have to be today, of all days?!"
He shouted as he kicked off his futon, threw his arms through a blue blazer without bothering to fix his bedhead — a mess of light brown hair sticking up in every direction. He didn't even have time to tie his necktie properly, just looped it around his neck and let it flutter in the wind as he bolted out the door.
The bracelet on his right wrist jingled with every stride. A good-luck charm from his best friend back in elementary school. For Shouta, who'd transferred schools more times than he could count, it was one of the few things that never changed.
He sprinted through the residential streets of Nijigaoka City at full speed.
The morning light felt strangely thin, wrapping around the town. The sky was blue, and yet — why? There wasn't enough sound. No, there was sound. Cars, wind, a dog barking somewhere.
But no singing.
That thought ran through Shouta's mind as he ran. The air in this town felt restless somehow. Maybe because it was his first time here. No — that wasn't all. Something was missing. Something essential.
(...What is this? Feels weird.)
He reached the shopping district. In the corner of his vision, signs flashed past — a live house called "Crossroads," and an old-fashioned café called "Café Nocturne."
"Hah... hah...!"
He rounded the corner — and that was the moment.
Wham. The impact hit him, and his vision filled with soft brown fluff.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
Shouta landed on his rear. The person in front of him had also tumbled to the ground.
" I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"
A girl in a school uniform bowed her head vigorously. Her fluffy, light brown semi-long hair swayed softly. The small tie on the side caught the morning light and gleamed golden.
Her round, amber eyes looked straight at Shouta.
"Ah, no, I should be the one—"
Shouta started to speak, then stopped.
He'd seen her face before.
Where? When? They'd never met, and yet her name was rising up from the back of his throat, threatening to spill out on its own.
"...Amami... Haruka...?"
Shouta was the most surprised of all by the words that left his own mouth.
" Huh?"
The girl — Amami Haruka — tilted her head.
"You know me?"
"Uh, no, I mean... why did I...? My mouth just moved on its own."
Shouta was confused. He couldn't explain it. He knew the name of a girl he'd never met. And it wasn't just "knowing" — it felt closer to "remembering."
"...Hehe."
Haruka let out a small laugh.
"That's weird. I feel like I know you too, you know?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, you just feel so... familiar. Isn't that strange, when we've only just met?"
Haruka twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, looking a little embarrassed.
An odd silence fell between them.
A breeze swept through the morning shopping district. A crow cawed somewhere.
"Ah!"
Haruka spotted Shouta's watch and jumped to her feet.
"Crap, we're late! I'm in a hurry too! Run!"
"O-okay!"
Shouta scrambled up and ran alongside Haruka.
(What is this feeling...?)
Something deep in his chest — ticklish, warm. He'd never felt anything like it.
* * *
Nijigaoka Academy.
Founded forty-two years ago, six hundred students. To Shouta on his first day, it looked like nothing but a giant maze.
He managed to get through the school gate, picked up his paperwork at the staff room, and headed for the classroom.
"Looks like we both just barely made it."
Haruka walked beside Shouta, beaming.
"So we go to the same school. Nice to meet you — um..."
"Ah, Amagase Shouta. Nice to meet you."
"Shouta-kun, huh. I'm Amami Haruka. You can call me Haruka!"
Haruka's smile had a strange way of putting people at ease. Shouta's nerves loosened, just a little.
She stopped in front of the classroom.
"Huh? Shouta-kun, you're in this class?"
"Looks like it."
"Me too! We're together!"
Haruka's face lit up.
When he opened the classroom door, the buzz of chatter snapped toward him in an instant.
"Come on, take your seat."
The homeroom teacher, a woman, had Shouta stand at the front of the class.
"Everyone, starting today, Amagase Shouta-kun will be joining this class."
Shouta scanned the room.
About thirty students. Their gazes pierced him all at once.
(Ugh, I'm so nervous...)
"I-I'm Amagase Shouta. Nice to meet you all."
He bowed deeply.
A smattering of applause. He could see Haruka in the front row, clapping with a big smile on her face.
(Okay, I can do this...)
Shouta took an empty seat by the window.
First period began. The teacher's voice drifted in from far away.
Shouta absentmindedly looked out the window.
The cityscape of Nijigaoka spread out below.
At the western edge, a white building towered above everything else. Chourakukan — the Cultural Promotion Center, if he remembered right. Further west, the silhouette of a gentle hill. To the north, a dense forest. "The Hill of Silence," they called it.
(It's so quiet.)
Car sounds, people's voices — he could hear them, sure.
But still, there wasn't enough singing.
Music had vanished from this town. That was the feeling he got.
And then it happened.
Kiiiiiiiiin...
A metallic noise exploded deep inside his ears.
"Guh—!?"
Shouta nearly toppled off his chair, clutching at his desk.
The noise wasn't really sound — it was closer to emotion. Someone screaming on a stage with no audience. That kind of scream, reverberating inside his skull.
(What the hell is this...!?)
He held his head, covered his ears. But the noise wouldn't stop.
"Amagase-kun? What's wrong?"
The teacher's voice came from far away.
"Ah, no, it's just..."
When Shouta looked up, not a single one of his classmates seemed to have noticed anything.
"You're just nervous from the morning. It's okay."
The teacher smiled gently.
"...Yes."
Shouta hung his head.
The noise had vanished before he knew it.
(...Is it only me who can hear it?)
A cold sweat ran down his back.
* * *
After school.
Shouta wandered the halls aimlessly.
He couldn't get that noise out of his head.
(What was that? A hallucination? Or the sound of this town?)
Walking down the corridor, he began to doubt his own ears.
Then — a faint singing voice came from somewhere.
No piano accompaniment. Just a voice, filling the space.
(...She's good.)
Shouta stopped in his tracks.
The voice came from the east end of the second floor.
The music room.
Drawn like a magnet, Shouta climbed the stairs and stood before the music room door.
The singing leaked through the gap in the door.
It was a perfectly polished voice. Pitch-perfect, steady in volume, deeply emotional.
And yet — somehow, lonely.
Shouta gently opened the door.
The setting sun dyed the music room orange.
A girl stood before the window.
Her long, straight black hair gleamed lustrously in the sunset. Her clear blue eyes gazed somewhere far away.
She noticed Shouta and stopped singing.
"...Who are you?"
Her voice was cold.
Shouta's words caught in his throat.
"Ah, um, I'm... I just transferred here. Amagase Shouta."
"I see."
The girl turned her gaze back out the window, looking uninterested.
"...Um."
Shouta mustered his courage.
"That was... really beautiful. Your singing, I mean."
Her shoulders twitched.
She glanced at Shouta for just a moment, then looked away again.
"...Thank you."
It was a small voice. Truly small.
Shouta found himself looking out the window too.
Nijigaoka City, floating in the sunset. The white building at the western edge — Chourakukan — was bathed in orange. The northern hill — the Hill of Silence — lay dark against the sky.
(It's beautiful.)
That's what Shouta thought.
But at the same time, he felt it.
Deep in his ears, that noise was still faintly trembling.
"...Kisaragi Chihaya."
"Huh?"
"My name."
Chihaya said it without looking at him.
"You told me yours. So... I'll tell you mine."
Shouta looked directly at Chihaya's profile.
In the sunset, Chihaya was very beautiful — and very lonely.
* * *
On his way home, Shouta passed through the shopping district near the station.
He hadn't noticed in the morning, but this shopping street had a feeling about it — like time had stopped.
Shops with their shutters pulled down, faded signs, cracked asphalt.
And amid all that, one café stood out like a splash of color.
"Café Nocturne."
The name was written on an old wooden sign.
In front of the shop, an elderly woman was sweeping with a broom.
Her salt-and-pepper hair was tied back, her face deeply lined. But her posture was straight and dignified.
As Shouta was about to pass by, the old woman suddenly stopped sweeping.
"...Welcome home."
Shouta froze.
"Huh?"
The old woman stared at his face. Her eyes were quiet and deep, as if appraising something.
"Ah, no, I mean... you've got the wrong person, right?"
When he said that, the old woman gave a soft laugh.
"Yes, don't mind me. Wrong person."
With that, she disappeared into the shop.
Shouta stood there for a while, rooted to the spot.
(...Welcome home?)
Today was just one weird thing after another.
Shouta tilted his head and headed home.
* * *
That night.
Shouta lay on his back on his bed.
Staring at the stain on the ceiling, he replayed the day's events in his mind.
The name Amami Haruka. The noise in his ears. The singing in the music room. The old woman at the café.
(...What is going on?)
Shouta gently touched the bracelet on his right wrist.
Back in third grade, he'd been chosen for the lead role in the school play.
But a week before the performance, he broke his leg in P.E. and had to give up the part.
As he cried, his homeroom teacher had said:
"You don't have to be great yourself to make someone else smile."
Shouta still didn't know what those words meant.
"...School again tomorrow, huh."
He muttered, and closed his eyes.
Deep in his ears, that noise was still faintly trembling.
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