Towa Tokoyami Just Wants a Quiet Life! ~ Reincarnated and Now She's Being Fought Over by the School Princes ~ - The temporary assistant homeroom teacher is me—but the stares at the archery range are terrifying.

As I climbed the hill of Hoshimigaoka, I stifled a small yawn. The April breeze carried a hint of dampness, gently swaying the hem of my skirt. The morning commute was as sparsely populated as ever, and I liked that quietness. Three days. It had only been three days since I transferred in. Since that day in Luna Garden, when Leon asked me if I remembered my past life. Since I desperately played dumb, fled with everything I had, and ended up sprinting fifty meters in under four seconds. "……Hah." Nothing had happened. Since then, Leon hadn't done anything in particular. Even when we met in the classroom, he just greeted me elegantly. That feverish look in his eyes back then—maybe I had just imagined it. I decided to think so. Because that was easier. The sky was blue. Clouds drifted lazily. Munching on a cream bun, another ordinary day was about to begin—or so I thought. The moment I passed through the school gate, the atmosphere felt different. More buzzing than usual. "Did you see? They said a temporary assistant homeroom teacher." "The student council president? Why only class 2-3?" "Who knows… abuse of power, maybe?" The whispered voices of students passing by caught my ear strangely. Class 2-3. My class. "……Huh." I had a bad feeling. That feeling, unfortunately, was right on the mark. On the door at the front of the classroom, a single notice. *Temporary Assistant Homeroom Teacher: Amamiya Leon (Student Council President)* It was written there in neat handwriting. I stared at that paper for a while. "……What a pain." Those were the only words that came out. Homeroom period. Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Tamura, stood at the podium. A gentle-looking male teacher in his mid-thirties, usually wearing a calm smile. But today, his face was just a little tense. "Ahem… I have an announcement for everyone." The classroom fell silent. Mr. Tamura glanced at the documents in his hand and let out a small sigh. Then, in a voice that sounded like he was trying to convince himself, he continued. "Starting today, we'll have a temporary assistant homeroom teacher joining us. It's, well… the student council president, Amamiya-kun." *Buzz.* The classroom erupted into chaos, like someone had poked a beehive. "What, the student council president!?" "Why our class!?" "What does 'assistant' even do?" "Wait, so he's a teacher!?" Mr. Tamura frantically waved his hands. "Quiet! Settle down!" But his voice wasn't calm at all—if anything, he was the one who seemed bewildered. The proof was in his distant gaze. He's probably remembering last night, I intuited, for some reason. That was when it happened. *Slid e.* The back door of the classroom slowly opened. "Pardon the intrusion." That voice alone changed the air in the room. Amamiya Leon stood there. His platinum blond hair softly reflected the light from the window. He was tall, with legs long like a model's. His sapphire-blue eyes were gentle, and he wore a perfect smile. In his navy blazer, he looked like a fairy-tale prince who had wandered into the classroom by mistake. My classmates held their breath. "Wow…" Someone let out a small murmur. Leon approached the podium with an elegant gesture and gave Mr. Tamura a slight bow. "Mr. Tamura, sorry for the trouble. Here are the official appointment documents." "Ah, ahh… right. Indeed." Mr. Tamura accepted the documents and stared at them as if they were cursed objects. Stapled to the paper were the student council meeting minutes and an approval form, complete with the principal's seal. Leon surveyed the entire class from the podium. "Everyone, I apologize for surprising you so suddenly. I'm Amamiya Leon, a third-year. Starting today, I'll be assisting with this class for a while." *Beam.* The prince smile exploded. The female students gazed at him in a daze. The male students looked like they wanted to say something, but since it was the student council president, they just stayed silent. "Does anyone have any questions?" No one raised a hand. Of course not. No one knew what or how to even ask. Leon nodded with satisfaction and stepped down from the podium. And then— Diagonally behind my seat. He stood there, perfectly positioned. The distance was probably less than a meter. "Tokoyami-san, I look forward to working with you." His voice was too gentle—which made it scary in its own way. "[surprised]……Hah." I said just that and faced forward. The gaze that steadily seeped into me from behind was, above all, intensely hot. First period. Math. The teacher in charge, Mr. Yamazaki, looked at Leon with a微妙 expression but said nothing. He couldn't. He was the student council president, and he had official documents, after all. The sound of chalk racing across the blackboard. The sound of turning textbook pages. The girl next to me failed at spinning her pen, making a *clatter*. An ordinary class scene. But today, there was one thing different. A gaze was piercing the back of my head. Constantly. Without letting up for a single moment. (*So hot…*) Copying formulas into my notebook, I muttered in my mind. It was seriously at a level where I could physically feel the heat. The back of my neck grew steadily warm, as if a small space heater had been placed behind me. (*Why this class?*) (*Does the student council president have that much free time?*) (*Actually, this is scary.*) But even as I thought it was scary, I didn't dwell on it deeply. After all, Leon was a serious person. Maybe, as student council president, he wanted to support a transfer student. Maybe he was being considerate so I could fit in. Severe busybody. That was the conclusion I reached. There was no basis for that conclusion whatsoever, though. When class ended, Mr. Yamazaki fled the classroom as if escaping. In his place, hushed voices drifted in from the hallway. "Hey, look at that." "Whoa, he's really there." "What's a 'temporary assistant homeroom teacher'? He's just a stalker." Students from other classes who had gathered in the hallway were peering in through the window. Leon must have noticed those gazes, but he showed no sign of caring. If anything, he smiled brightly and gave a small wave. "Kyaa!" Squeals rose up. "……Hah." I slumped over my desk. Before second period began, a small commotion was brewing in the staff room. "Mr. Tamura!" Mr. Kuroda, the PE teacher, bore down on Mr. Tamura's desk with a terrifying intensity. In his hand, he clutched that appointment document. "What is the meaning of this! Why is the student council president an assistant homeroom teacher!? What is happening in that class!?" Mr. Tamura looked up with an utterly exhausted face. "……I don't really understand it myself." "What do you mean you don't understand!" "Last night, Amamiya-kun brought these documents. The minutes are in order, and the principal's approval seal is on it. There was no room for objection." Mr. Kuroda stared hard at the documents. They were too perfect. Minutes of the regular student council meeting. The proposed reason for the temporary assistant homeroom teacher system. "Class 2-3 has a transfer student who requires academic and emotional support." Approved by majority vote. Principal's authorization seal. "Has this system ever existed before?" "……Who knows." The two teachers looked at each other. And then, simultaneously, they slumped over their desks. Lunch break came. I fled the classroom and headed for the cafeteria. Stella Kitchen. Seirei Academy's proud school cafeteria, and currently my favorite place in this school. Here, I could eat in peace. Or so it should have been. When I slid open the door and stepped inside, from behind the counter, Matsuda-san—the cafeteria lady and a legend here—saw me and grinned. "Ah, Tokoyami-san! I've been waiting!" "[surprised]……Huh?" I hadn't ordered anything yet. Yet Matsuda-san efficiently began loading something onto a tray. The good smell of curry wafted over. Rice was served, and a generous amount of roux was poured over it— "Here you go, dear. Mild spice, extra vegetables, extra roux—a special curry just for you, Tokoyami-san!" I stared at the tray and froze. "[surprised]Um, I didn't order this…" That was when it happened. From behind me, a familiar voice spoke. "I was worried it might not suit your palate." I turned around to find Leon standing right there. At a breathtakingly close distance, wearing a perfect smile. "In your past life… no, I've been aware of your preferences for some time now." I furrowed my brow. "[serious]……Did you almost say 'in your past life'?" "Your imagination." An immediate answer. His smile didn't waver a single millimeter. I stared hard at his face but couldn't read anything. Getting tired of it, I accepted the tray. "……Well, whatever. Thank you for the food." "Please, eat it while it's hot." I sat down at a random seat. Then Leon, carrying his own tray—for some reason going out of his way—sat down directly across from me. Distance: fifty centimeters. Too close. "[surprised]Um, there are other seats available…" "This one is fine." A declaration. I gave up and brought the curry to my mouth. "……Ah, it's good." The words slipped out involuntarily. It really was, hitting my preferences dead center. My past life's preferences—wait, the fact that I'm even thinking that is something, but—it was spot on. Leon's blue eyes seemed to glisten faintly. "……I'm glad. That's the face I wanted to see." His voice was gentle, with a slightly dangerous edge. From the next table, I could hear a group of girls talking. "Is that, like, her pre-confession boyfriend?" "No way, that's definitely a stalker." "But he's hot." "A hot stalker is the worst kind." I thought they were exactly right. But I didn't say it out loud. Finishing my meal, I carried my tray to the return counter. At that moment, Matsuda-san whispered secretly into my ear. "Tokoyami-san, the president-kun—he came here yesterday at six in the morning." I stopped chewing. There was still a little curry left in my mouth. "Six in the morning…?" "Yes. 'Please prepare a special menu for Tokoyami-san,' he said. Mild spice, extra vegetables—it was all specified by the president-kun. So devoted, really. Almost frighteningly so." Matsuda-san said it with a laugh. But her eyes weren't laughing. I slowly looked up at the sky. (……Well, the cafeteria ceiling, anyway.) "……That guy really is heavy." I muttered it quietly, so no one could hear. After lunch, I had come to Luna Garden. The courtyard. Spreading between the main building and the annex, it was my favorite place in this school. About eight hundred square meters. A large zelkova tree, said to be a hundred and twenty years old, stood in the center, with six benches around it. Since it was spring now, the fresh green after the cherry blossoms had fallen was beautiful, and the sound of the wind rustling the leaves was pleasant. "……I'm finally alone." I sat down on a bench and opened my paperback. At last, some quiet. Forty minutes until afternoon classes. This time was mine alone. The wind blew. I turned a page. The characters were agonizing over love and whatever else. How nice, I thought absently. So peaceful. —Thirty seconds later. A sensation like a needle pricking the nape of my neck. I lifted my face from the page. Something—a gaze—was piercing my back. An unpleasant feeling. But also, somehow nostalgic. Like when I was watched by an enemy from afar in my past life. Not bloodlust, but something I couldn't let my guard down around. I slowly turned around. Traced the direction of the gaze. Beside the gymnasium. Further beyond. About eighty meters away, the archery range. There, a male student stood. Tall. A slender frame, wearing an archery uniform that seemed to fit him like a part of his own body. In his hand, he gripped a large, curve

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