Avengers Academy: I Fell for Cap, and Then Iron Man Joined the Fray?! - New semester, the class president, the troublemaker, and a weird school rule.

The iron gate at the school entrance glinted in the morning sun. Steve Rogers straightened his back, raising his right index finger. This habit of his usually surfaced when he was about to lecture someone. "Your tie is crooked. A disheveled uniform reflects a disheveled mind." "Y-yes! I'm sorry!" He watched the first-year scramble to fix his tie, then let out a small sigh. His sapphire-blue eyes sharply scanned the students passing through the gate one after another. His platinum-blond hair was parted perfectly at a seven-three ratio without a single strand out of place, and his navy blazer was buttoned all the way up to the top. The class president's mornings began early. Avengers Academy — a private, full-boarding high school towering over East 76th Street on the eastern side of Manhattan, New York. The stately brick school building, Fortis Hall, was a historic structure built in 1952, with bronze busts of the two founders standing side by side at the main entrance. The student body numbered around 480. Elite candidates gathered from across the nation studied here, steeped in discipline and tradition. And Steve, in particular, loved that discipline. "Hey, your skirt is three centimeters shorter than regulation." He called out to a female student passing by. She stuck out her tongue and dashed off. Steve furrowed his brow and jotted something down in his notebook. The large bulletin board beside the gate was plastered with notices for the new semester. Among them, posted in the largest, most conspicuous spot, was a rule — *School Regulation Article 17: Confessing romantic feelings toward another student while enrolled is prohibited. Violators shall be subject to immediate expulsion.* Commonly known as the "Confession Ban." Every time Steve saw that notice, he thought it was a just rule. The academy was a place of learning. Romance was nothing more than a source of disorder. ...Or so he was thinking, when — A low, rumbling engine sound approached. A sleek black luxury car came to a smooth stop in front of the main gate. Only one student at this academy arrived at school in a chauffeured private vehicle. The rear door opened, revealing a head of brown hair with bedhead. Chocolate-brown eyes glinted mischievously. The school-designated blazer hung sloppily over his shoulders, and his tie was still stuffed in his pocket. "Morning, Mr. President. Thanks for another world-heritage-class lecture. I'm not late, by the way, so I'm in the clear." Tony Stark. A genius with an IQ over 200, an inventor who already held three patents while still a student. His dorm room was packed with equipment and tools, driving away every roommate he'd ever had. His monthly allowance was fifteen times that of other students. Steve's index finger shot up. "Tony, put on your tie. And wear your blazer properly. School Regulation Article 4: Disheveled attire leads to —" "Yeah, yeah — 'disheveled discipline leads to a disheveled nation,' right? I'm tired of that line." Laughing, Tony pulled a small metal device from his pocket. It was a palm-sized drone with four propellers. "Check it out, new invention. For eavesdropping on faculty meetings. Let's find out who the vice principal's next target is." Steve's expression changed. "Y-you idiot! What are you thinking?!" But it was already too late. The drone took off with a buzz, heading straight for the main building. "Right about now, the vice principal should be sipping his morning coffee — whoops." A piloting error. The drone suddenly changed direction and shot through the open window of the faculty meeting room. The next moment — "Aaaaargh!" A scream rang out, and something fluttered through the air. A toupee. The vice principal's toupee, caught in the drone's propellers, flew out the window. It drifted like a fleeing bird, finally landing on a cherry blossom tree in the schoolyard. Steve was speechless for a moment, then took a deep breath. "...Tony. Come to the faculty office later." "Hey, come on, it was just a little science experiment. You know what they say — failure is the mother of success." "Who says that?" "I do. Just now." Steve rubbed his temple. This guy was always like this. He meant no harm. He just wanted to see his inventions work in the real world. Even if someone got inconvenienced as a result, in Tony's mind, it was simply filed away as "identifying areas for improvement." And yet — Steve didn't dislike him. No, if anything. He considered him his best friend. They lived on the same floor of the dorm — Tony in Room 308, Steve in Room 312. Every time Tony blew something up in the middle of the night, Steve would leap out of bed and storm over to yell at him. That routine had been going on for two years now. After school, the two headed to the dining hall, Commons Dining. The third table from the back by the window was their usual spot. The aroma of the meatball spaghetti prepared by head chef Happino stirred their hunger. "Right, Tony. Did you see the bulletin board? School Regulation Article 17 was posted again." Steve said as he set down his lunch tray. Tony twirled spaghetti around his fork and snorted. "Ah, the rulebook for the 'No Romance Game'? This school really can't let go of a thirty-five-year-old wound." "An old wound? It's a necessary regulation. Don't you know about the Valentine's Day Incident of 1987?" Steve's finger went up. The signal that a history lesson was about to begin. "Three students confessed to the same person and got into a huge fight. One suffered a broken bone, and twelve school windows were shattered. If romance didn't exist, this incident would never have happened. To focus on academics, this rule is —" "Focus on academics? That's just the official line." Tony set down his fork and narrowed his chocolate-brown eyes. "The real reason is that the headmaster at the time, Pendleton, lost his best friend over a love triangle. He turned his personal trauma into a school rule and forced it on the entire student body. Pretty laughable, huh." "What did you say?!" "Romance is the fuel of school life. You work hard because you want the person you like to notice you. Studying, sports, inventing — it's all because you want someone to see. Banning that is like trying to drive a car without an engine." Steve opened his mouth, then closed it. ...He couldn't argue back. It was true that the circumstances behind this rule might be exactly as Tony said. But rules were rules. They were order to be upheld. "...But if you confess, you get expelled. Getting kicked out of this academy over something as trivial as romance —" "Trivial as romance? You've never really fallen for anyone, have you, Steve?" His heart skipped a beat. Steve pretended to bring spaghetti to his mouth and averted his gaze. It was true — he hadn't. He'd never experienced romance. While he'd been going on about justice and discipline, he'd turned seventeen. Tony watched Steve's reaction and grinned. "Well, I guess it's something a blockhead like you, Mr. President, will never have to worry about." "Wha — what did you —" Just then, a stir rippled through the entrance of the dining hall. Female students who looked like first-years were whispering among themselves. He strained his ears — "Did you hear? A transfer student's coming from Russia tomorrow." "Really? What kind of person?" "I heard she's incredibly beautiful!" Steve's chest, for some reason, gave a thump. ...A transfer student? "Hey, did you hear that, Steve! A transfer student! And from Russia!" Tony leaned forward. His cynical attitude from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a boyish curiosity sparkling in his chocolate-brown eyes. "...Yeah." Steve answered curtly. Why, though? It was just a transfer student. That alone shouldn't make his chest feel so restless. Even after the meal ended, that restlessness didn't fade. Steve climbed the stairs to the fifth floor of the main building alone. He climbed further, pushing open a heavy iron door. The rooftop garden — Sky Terrace. It was the quietest place in the academy, offering a panoramic view of Manhattan at dusk. There were planter gardens managed by the gardening club and six wooden benches. Hardly anyone came here after school. Steve sat on the bench at the very end and looked down at the city. The windows of the skyscrapers reflected the orange sunset. He could hear distant car horns, and the wind ruffled his hair. *(A transfer student, huh.)* Why was he so unsettled? Coming from Russia. That was the only information he had. He didn't know her face or her name. And yet — something was going to change. He had a premonition of it. Steve looked at his own hands. Orderly days. Two years spent doing nothing but the right thing. But — what if. What if this restlessness in his chest was what Tony called "the fuel of school life"? "There's no way." He murmured it to no one in particular. The sky turned purple, and the first star began to shine. Tomorrow, a stranger would arrive at this academy. Steve stood up and straightened the collar of his blazer. He squared his shoulders. *(It's fine. Whatever happens, I am who I am. Follow the rules. Be righteous.)* He raised his index finger — a habit that, for some reason, felt today like a gesture to hide his own unease. The wind blew through, and the rooftop door rattled. The new semester had only just begun.

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