Welcome to Avengers Academy! ~The Romantic Misadventures of Former Heroes~
The heroes who once saved the world have somehow been reincarnated into a Japanese middle school?!
Tony Stark, once known as Iron Man, wakes up as Toru Tomioka, an ordinary Japanese middle schooler. Looking around, he sees his classmates are Steve (Captain America), Thor, and even his arch-nemesis Loki, all attending the same school. But the biggest problem: they all have faint memories of their previous world, yet none of their superpowers work here!
Amidst this chaos, Toru falls head over he
Welcome to Avengers Academy! ~The Romantic Misadventures of Former Heroes~ - A Premonition of Fate and a Spinning-Wheels Monday
The after-school chime amplified the classroom's buzz.
"Alright! Today's the day I finally mess with Makoto!"
Tomioka Tooru's voice bounced from the corner of the classroom. Casually dressed with his slightly curly black hair roughly finger-combed, his top shirt button undone and tie loosened, Tooru closed in on his best friend Tatekawa Makoto's desk. His mischievous dark brown eyes sparkled with a playful light on a face that showed a fang when he grinned. Lean for a middle school boy, his body was surprisingly agile during P.E. class.
This was Hoshimigaoka City, about forty-five minutes from Shinjuku on the private Mikage Express line, in western Tokyo. Nestled in a corner of the Tama Hills with a population of around 120,000, Tooru spent his days here as a perfectly ordinary middle schooler. The Mikage River flowed along the city's south side, while the north featured the Hoshimigaoka Park observation deck, famous for its night views. A tranquil residential area.
Hoshimigaoka Municipal Third Middle School. Nicknamed Hoshi-san. About 480 students total, four classes per grade. Tooru was the mood-maker of Class 2-C.
"S-stop it, Tooru...!"
A single slip of paper Tooru had slipped into Makoto's bag on his desk. Finding the handmade survey form boldly labeled "Crush Questionnaire," Makoto's face boiled bright red.
Makoto was the class representative, a guy known for his seriousness. Strong sense of justice, hated anything crooked. With his well-proportioned features, he'd been popular with girls since first year.
"Check it out, you guys! Makoto's turning bright red!"
At Tooru's shout, a wave of laughter spread through the classroom. Makoto frantically tried to crumple the paper.
"Hey, Tooru, you...!"
"What's the big deal, it's not like it costs you anything! So, who is it?"
"Like I'd tell you!"
A clear voice rang out from the front of the classroom.
"Tooru-kun, what about you instead of worrying about other people?"
It was Hoshino Suzu.
She rose from her seat near the classroom window and slowly walked over. An idol-like presence at school and the drama club president, she stood before Tooru, her long black hair swaying gently. Her skin was fair, her eyes large, and when she smiled, everyone couldn't help but gaze in admiration.
"Don't you have someone you like?"
Stared at directly by Suzu, Tooru instinctively stepped back.
"W-why do you ask, it's not like..."
"Ahaha, you're stammering."
Suzu tilted her head slightly. That gesture alone drew every gaze in the classroom. Tooru felt heat rising around his ears.
(*Damn it, why does she of all people always get the better of me?*)
Cursing inwardly, Tooru forced a smile to play it off.
"I-it's not like that right now or anything."
"Hmm, surprisingly innocent, aren't you?"
Suzu's finger lightly touched the chest of Tooru's shirt.
His heart jolted.
"Wha— hey..."
"Alright, alright, that's enough."
The one who stepped in was Rokujou Miyabi.
Standing right beside Tooru, she toyed with her long ponytail with one hand while lightly touching under his desk with the other. Her movements were as smooth as a magician's.
"You two, homeroom's about to start, you know? The teacher's going to get mad."
Miyabi's lips held her usual smile, as if she was plotting something. Originally the reincarnation of Loki, she was the biggest prankster in the school and the drama club's vice president. Not tall, petite even, but her presence was more intense than anyone's.
"Miyabi, you did something again, didn't you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Suddenly, Tooru tried to stand up and lost his balance.
Looking down, his right shoelace was firmly tied to the desk leg.
"Hey, Rokujou!!"
Tooru's yell sparked another wave of laughter in the classroom. Miyabi was already back at her seat, looking out the window with an innocent face.
As Tooru breathed heavily, untying his shoelace, Suzu's whisper reached his ear.
"But apparently, a transfer student's coming tomorrow."
"...Huh?"
"I heard from the drama club teacher. I'm sure they'll be an interesting person."
Just then, the front door of the classroom opened.
"Alright, take your seats."
Their homeroom teacher, Seto Kyouko, stood at the podium. A thirty-two-year-old Japanese literature teacher, she was popular with students for her attentive nature. Today too, she placed papers on the lectern with her usual gentle smile.
"I have some announcements. Let's see..."
Tooru returned to his seat, still feeling his heart pounding. He stole a glance at Miyabi; she was narrowing her eyes, observing something with apparent amusement.
"Tomorrow, a transfer student will be joining this class."
The moment he heard those words—
Something jolted sharply through the center of Tooru's chest.
A sensation like an electric discharge, or as if an invisible hand had squeezed deep inside his chest. An indescribable shock pierced the core of his body.
"A girl. Everyone, please be friendly—"
Seto's voice grew distant.
(*Huh, what is this...*)
He desperately tried to suppress the trembling in his hands. The back of his head throbbed, and his forehead felt hot.
(*Why am I... feeling like this...*)
He pretended nothing was wrong.
He opened a random textbook on his desk and dropped his gaze. The letters entered his eyes, but their meaning didn't register in his head at all.
(*A transfer student. Who is it? It should be someone I don't know, so why?*)
He slowly exhaled.
When he suddenly looked up, Miyabi was staring intently at him.
Her eyes had firmly caught his agitation, and the corner of her red lips slowly lifted. It was a secretive smile, as if she had confirmed something.
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