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! - Called Producer-san,
Morning light spilled through the gap in the curtains.
Amagase Shouta lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while. His second day at the new school. Yesterday's events were still spinning around in his head.
(Amami Haruka, huh...)
When they'd bumped into each other, her name had slipped out of his mouth on its own. They'd never met before—so how had he known it? And that singing voice he'd heard in the music room. The noise that had exploded deep in his ears. The old woman at the café saying "welcome home."
(What was all of that...?)
Shouta turned over and buried his face in his pillow.
Today, he was going to get up properly. He'd set two alarms thinking that—and still ended up waking before either went off.
"...Alright."
He muttered quietly and sat up.
* * *
The classroom was buzzing, just like yesterday.
When Shouta took his seat, the guy next to him gave a lazy wave. "Morning." Shouta returned it. He still hadn't memorized any names.
Outside the window, thin clouds drifted slowly. Today's Nijigahama City was overcast. No rain, but the air felt heavy.
(Kinda sleepy...)
Shouta stifled a yawn and slumped onto his desk.
That was when it happened.
The classroom door flew open with a bang.
"Good morning! Shouta-kun, are you here!?"
Every eye in the room snapped toward the door.
Standing there was a girl with fluffy, light-brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Her round amber eyes darted around the classroom, searching.
"Ah, there you are!"
When Haruka spotted Shouta, her face lit up. Her smile had a power that seemed to brighten the cloudy classroom in an instant.
She trotted over to his desk, planted both hands on it, and leaned in.
"Producer-san! Good morning!"
Shouta froze.
(—Producer-san?)
The word settled into his ears with a soft click.
It didn't feel wrong. If anything, it felt too natural.
As if he'd been called that over and over, countless times.
"...Ah."
He'd almost answered without thinking.
"Eh, what? What's wrong?"
Haruka tilted her head. The small tie on the side of her hair swayed gently.
"Ah, no, it's just... 'Producer-san'—you mean me?"
"Yep! I mean you, Shouta-kun!"
She beamed, looking as if to say, Obviously.
"Why...? I'm not a producer. I'm just a transfer student."
"Ehehe, just because! I just felt like calling you that. Is it weird?"
She peered at his face, looking a little anxious.
"Not weird at all."
The answer came out before he could stop it.
So smoothly it surprised even himself.
"Really? Thank goodness."
Haruka smiled, relieved.
"Hey, hey, Shouta-kun. Do you have time after school today?"
"Huh? After school? Yeah, nothing planned."
"Then it's settled! Come to the rooftop after school! Promise!"
Without waiting for his answer, she bounced out of the classroom.
Shouta watched her go, dazed.
Something in his chest felt ticklish.
And at the same time, restless.
(Producer-san...)
He slumped onto his desk.
Deep in his ears, that noise seemed to tremble, just barely.
* * *
After school.
Shouta headed to the rooftop as told.
When he pushed the door open, a soft wind swept through.
Haruka was standing by the fence.
"Shouta-kun! Over here, over here!"
She waved both arms wide.
As he approached, she laughed. "This is my favorite spot."
"See? You can see the whole city from here."
Shouta looked down at Nijigahama City through the fence.
At the western edge, a white building towered above everything else. The Tuning Hall. To the north, a dense forest. The Hill of Silence. And through the center of the city, a narrow river flowed. The Hibiki River.
"...It's beautiful."
"Right? I love the view from up here."
Haruka leaned back against the fence and looked up at the sky.
"Hey, Shouta-kun."
"Hm?"
"Do you know about the school festival? The one in October."
"Yeah, I know it."
"I want to do a stage at the festival."
She looked straight into his eyes.
Her gaze was different from her usual bright smile—dead serious.
"A stage... you mean, singing?"
"Yeah! Singing! And I want you to produce it, Shouta-kun!"
"...Produce?"
He stared blankly.
"I don't know anything about that stuff. Not singing, not stages."
"It's okay! I don't know anything yet either!"
She laughed, ehehe.
"Besides, you seem reliable, Shouta-kun. We only met yesterday, but it feels like I've known you forever. It's strange, but with you, I just know it'll be okay."
Something in Shouta's chest tightened again.
(Feels like I've known you forever...)
He felt the same way.
"...Alright. If you'll have me, I'll do it."
He couldn't refuse.
No—maybe he'd never intended to refuse from the start.
"Really!? Yay!"
Haruka jumped up.
"Thank you, Shouta-kun! Ehehe, I'm so happy!"
She grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.
The warmth flustered him.
"Uh, um, Haruka-san... my hand."
"Ah, sorry! I just—!"
She let go quickly, laughing sheepishly.
"...Hey, Shouta-kun."
Her voice dropped a little.
"I have this dream sometimes."
"A dream?"
"Yeah. I'm standing on a huge stage. It's so wide, and sparkling. And lots of people are waving at me. Everyone's smiling. I'm smiling too. ...It's such a happy dream."
Her eyes looked far away.
"But when I wake up, my chest aches. Where is that stage? Who were those people? ...I don't know, but it feels so nostalgic."
Shouta couldn't say anything.
Her words touched something deep inside him.
(A huge stage... people waving...)
For a moment, an image flashed through his mind.
Dazzling light. Deafening cheers. And smiling girls.
"...Shouta-kun?"
"Huh? Ah, sorry. I spaced out."
He shook his head quickly.
"Your dream... it sounds like a really good one."
"Ehehe, you think so?"
She smiled happily.
"Let's make it come true. The school festival stage—let's make it a success."
"Yeah! With you, Shouta-kun, I feel like I can do anything!"
Her smile broke through the cloudy sky, shining like the sun.
Shouta thought, from the bottom of his heart, that he wanted to protect that smile.
* * *
The next day.
Shouta walked through the shopping street in front of Nijigahama Station, pulled along by Haruka.
"Hey, hey, hurry up!"
She tugged at his sleeve, marching ahead.
"W-wait, Haruka-san. Where are we going?"
"A live house! It's called Crossroads—it's a really great place!"
"Live house?"
He remembered the sign he'd seen on the way to school yesterday.
"Crossroads"—a slightly worn sign for a live house.
"I know that place. I saw it on my commute."
"You did!? Then that's perfect!"
Haruka stopped in front of a building with black outer walls, tucked into a corner of the shopping street.
"This is it!"
Shouta looked up at the building.
The sign read "Crossroads" in neon letters. They were off in the daytime.
Haruka pushed open the heavy iron door, and cool air drifted out.
"Excuse uuuus!"
Inside was dim.
The ceiling was high, and old live posters covered the walls. Tables and chairs filled the floor. In the back was a small stage.
"Oh, Haruka-chan. Welcome."
A woman appeared from behind the counter.
Her black hair was tied back in a single bundle, and she wore a white shirt with a black apron. Late forties, maybe. A calm, beautiful woman.
"Kyouko-san! Hello! Today I brought a friend!"
Haruka pushed Shouta forward until he stood before the counter.
"H-hello. I'm Amagase Shouta."
He bowed.
The moment Kyouko saw his face, she stopped moving.
The glass in her hand clinked softly against the counter.
"...What's your name?"
Her voice dropped slightly.
"Huh? Ah, Amagase Shouta..."
He answered, confused.
Kyouko stared at him.
Her eyes were sharp and deep, as if searching for something.
"...I see."
She let out a breath and muttered quietly, her expression complicated.
"You... could you be—"
"What?"
"...No. Never mind. Don't worry about it."
She forced a smile and waved her hand.
"So, what brings you here today, Haruka-chan?"
"Um, I was wondering if we could use this place to practice for the school festival stage!"
"School festival? Ah, they're doing it again this year."
"Yeah! And Shouta-kun's going to be my producer!"
Haruka introduced him proudly.
"Huh... you, of all people."
Kyouko glanced at Shouta.
"Well, fine. It's empty today, so use it however you like."
"Yay! Thank you, Kyouko-san!"
Haruka hopped up and ran toward the stage.
Shouta moved to follow.
"...Hold on, you."
Kyouko called him back.
"Yes?"
When he turned, her eyes were serious.
"Take good care of that girl."
"...I'm sorry?"
"She loves to sing. But singing in this city is far... harder than you think."
Her words carried weight.
"What do you mean?"
"...You'll understand soon enough."
She said nothing more and retreated behind the counter.
Shouta, unable to grasp her meaning, walked toward the stage.
* * *
On the stage, Haruka stood with a microphone in hand.
"Shouta-kun! Listen, okay! To my song!"
She smiled, then took a deep breath.
And began to sing.
Her voice was clear, gentle, and powerful.
Shouta held his breath.
It was different from the voice he'd heard in the music room yesterday.
Warmer.
More direct—it reached straight into his heart.
Haruka's song was like light itself.
Something deep in Shouta's chest grew warm.
(Amazing...)
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Her body seemed to sparkle on the stage.
—That was when it happened.
Haruka's voice cut out.
"...Eh?"
She touched her throat.
Her voice was trembling.
No—not just her voice.
For a moment, her body turned transparent.
As if he could see the wall behind her through a thin cloth.
"Haruka-san!?"
The instant he shouted—
Kiiiiiiiiin————!!
That noise exploded deep in his ears.
On the empty stage, someone was screaming. The scream echoed against the inside of his skull.
"Uwaaaah!?"
Shouta clutched his head and crouched down.
His head felt like it was splitting.
He was nauseous.
"Haruka... san..."
Enduring the pain, he looked up.
Haruka was swaying on the stage, about to collapse.
"Haruka-san!!"
He shook off the headache and ran up onto the stage.
He caught her falling body just in time.
She was surprisingly light—and cold.
"Haruka-san, stay with me!"
"...Shouta... kun..."
Her lips moved faintly.
Her face was pale.
"I'm... okay... just a little dizzy..."
She tried to smile.
But that smile looked like it might vanish at any moment.
"Don't push yourself! I'll get you water—"
As he started to stand, Kyouko walked slowly over from the counter.
"...So it happened after all."
She looked down at Haruka with sorrowful eyes.
"Kyouko-san, what is this!?"
He pressed her.
"You really don't know anything, do you."
She spoke quietly.
"In this city, singing with everything you've got comes at a price."
"A price...?"
"You heard ringing in your ears just now, didn't you? Your head hurt too. That's what we call the Noise."
"The Noise..."
He remembered the headache he'd felt in the classroom yesterday.
"That girl chips away at herself every time she sings. That's what it means to sing in this city."
Her voice was calm.
But her words stabbed heavily into Shouta's chest.
"Knowing that, are you still letting her sing?"
Her eyes pierced through him.
"N-no! I didn't know anything—"
He shook his head desperately.
"...I see."
She exhaled deeply.
"Then at least protect her."
"Protect...?"
"That's why you came here, isn't it?"
With that, she returned behind the counter.
Shouta stared after her, stunned.
(Me... protect Haruka-san...?)
In his arms, Haruka stirred slightly.
"...Shouta-kun."
"Haruka-san! Are you okay?"
"Yeah... sorry for worrying you."
She slowly sat up.
"I can't stop singing. Because I love it too much."
She looked straight into his eyes.
"Besides, you listened for me. That made me happy."
Her eyes were moist with tears.
But deep inside them was a strong light.
Shouta's chest tightened.
(This girl really loves to sing.)
(And yet, sin
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