Our favorite spiky-haired asian boy moved through the halls swiftly. As if her were a ninja of the fuma clan, he dashed from one side of the hall to another. Kamijou had been in plenty battles in his life but no other had been as stressing and dangerous as this one.  One false move could be the end of him, and his right hand, Imagine Breaker had no way of protect him.

Running on shaky legs, Kamijou nearly fell trying to get behind another set of lockers. He carefully checked left and right, making sure for there not to be any students or the enemy around anywhere. If this were a video game, Kamijou would have used the third-person view and camera angles so that he could see clearly and not stick his head out.

This challenge was more dangerous than the battles with Accelerator and Fiamma of the Right put together. Both fights, he had been on the brink of death from. If Kamijou were to make a fatal mistake here, there was no guarantee he could come back alive.

But even so…….

Even so, Kamijou Touma clenched his shaking, powerless right hand into a fist. He swiped away the fear in his mind and stepped forward. The destination was five feet away.

……..

Kamijou stepped onto the floor and sent himself directly in front of the goal, the fifth locker! He grabbed the handle of it, stopping the momentum from moving him any further. Immediately after, a hairpin slid out of his sleeve and into his fingers. Like a master thief, the hairpin was thrust inside the hole of the lock before him

If one of Kamijou’s idiot friends had been here, they probably would have made a joke about this, like how this is the only hole he’ll ever stick his thing inside of.

Thankfully they weren’t but it’s too late, the anger from just thinking about that joke causes his movements to be violent and sloppy.

“GHHHH!!!”

Because of that, it took longer than expected but eventually he managed to get the lock open

“There! Now just to put this in and get away as fast as possible!

……….Eh, wait, what’s this?……….Unzen Myouri? Who the hell is that? AH! DAMMIT I GOT THE WRONG LOCKER!!!!!”

Fifteen Minutes later after Touma is chased around the school by the disciplinary commitie for breaking and entering into a student locker by

Covered in sweat and bruises, Kamijou slumps down a nearby wall, completely exhausted. It was only until then that he finally came across her. Maybe because of all the injuries to the head, but like an RPG, he could see her stats

Name:Mitsuru Kirijo

HP: 500/500

LVL: 99

STR: 500

SPD: 500

DEF: 500

But Kamijou Touma wasn’t going to back down because of that, he would face this Final Boss even if it meant his life. He wasn’t sure where this determination came from, there weren’t even any lives in risk beside his own.

It was true this girl had physically abused Kamijou right after meeting him. Although that didn’t mean he couldn’t do this sort of thing for her. He could tell she was a kind person besides her ice-queen attitude.

She simply wanted the students(Kamijou included) to obey the rules. He couldn’t fully help with that because of circumstances, but he did respect her ideals. So he’ll do this

“Screw doing it in secret! I’ll just do it here!”

Either way, Kamijou pulled the item out of his backpack

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

There it was

A red bra was presented, it sparked beautifully

Across it read; Merry Christmas

but there was a problem

Perhaps it was from the recent chase, but

the bra looked as if it had been stepped on repeatedly and was completely out of shape

“……hehheh………Merry Christmas?”

……….

……

…

“Such Misfortune”

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—An expression adorned on Mitsuru’s visage that was equal parts confused as it was disapproving. She’d been so preoccupied with her own troubles that the antics of those four hooligans completely slipped past her radar. Despite having not yet found her niche in the hierarchy this school setting established, the redhead would hardly allow the school’s rules to be blatantly ignored for the sake of some petty squabble between underclassmen. Crossing her arms over her chest, Mitsuru tapped the toe of her boot impatiently on the floor as she waited for the boy to say something, anything in reply. After a moment of silence ensued, she pursed her lips.

“The school has fields for playing ball in— causing trouble in the halls is as troublesome to others as it is disrespectful to the teachers and faculty who strive to maintain this institution’s focus on education. Please learn to exercise more responsibility.”

“I don’t know what those boys did to you, but retribution through such obnoxious means isn’t the right way to go about rectifying the situation.” She chided. “But… is there any chance you know the names of those three boys? I don’t approve of your actions, but they deserve just as much a punishment as you for instigating the entire ordeal.”

“—I’ll need your name and class information, please. Then you’ll lead me to the administration office where we’ll report the actions of those three, as well as your own. It’s troublesome, but incidents like this can’t go unnoticed by the faculty.”

Sweat ran rapidly down Kamijou’s face as he was being stared down by the red-haired beauty. At first he had thought the ball he had thrown would hit her in the face, but apparently it missed(thankfully). It didn’t seem like it mattered to this girl though, she had a look that said she was the type of person that would discipline and punish others. The condemning look she gave him was also a sign of this.

“U-uhm Kamijou Tou-“

“Then you’ll lead me to the administration office where we’ll report the actions of those three, as well as your own. It’s troublesome, but incidents like this can’t go unnoticed by the faculty.”

Kamijou paused right there. She was going to turn him in just for that!? But also from what he could tell she was new to this school as well! What the hell happened to new students sticking together?

With an anguished expression, Kamijou spoke out while also taking a step backwards.

“Come on now, is it really necessary too-“

Before he could finish, Kamijou’s foot had stepped on something. It was the dodge-ball that had rolled towards under feet. Which made his lose his footing, causing Kamijou to lose balance and fall forward

But he had been saved. This unfortunate Kamijou Touma has actually been saved somehow from a painful face plant. His face had landed between two very soft objects. They were so soft that Kamijou had almost felt the need to fall asleep. Upon looking up, he realized something.

The soft area was this red-haired young woman’s chest.

“AHH!”

Kamijou leaped back like an animal running into a predator. Both his hands were raised, pleading as he became even more frantic.

“I-I I SWEAR THAT WASN’T MY FAULT! THAT WASN’T MY INTENTION AT ALL! IT WAS JUST MY BAD LUCK! YOU SEE, THIS KAMJOU-SAN IS JUST A VERY UNLUCKY PERSON!! YOU UNDERSTAND RIGHT!? YOU SEEM LIKE A VERY UNDERSTANDING PERSON, SO PLEASE UNDERSTAND!”

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The heels of her boots clacked on the hard tile floor with each purposeful step she took, the sound echoing throughout the halls. Burgundy hues shifted right, then left, then right again as she searched for the room dubbed the ‘administration office’. A slightly irritated huff of air escaped rouged lips, and the heiress reached up to brush a loose strand of hair out of her face. After a moment longer of fruitless searching, she halted her stride and crossed her arms over her chest. A tiny frown decorated her lips, her furrowed brow marring her otherwise flawless skin. She tapped her finger impatiently on her sleeve, humming short note of irritation as she continued to glance around the hallway.

No doubt about it, Mitsuru Kirijo was lost. And in a new school, of all places. Though her sense of direction wasn’t usually this poor, the heiress wasn’t exactly used to any school but Gekkoukan.

Having had enough of wandering aimlessly, the heiress directed her sights on a group of students scattered just a ways down the hall in front of her. Perfect.

“Excusez-moi,” she said, extending an elegant hand to tap the nearest person on the shoulder. “Could I trouble you by asking for directions to the administration office? I’ve only just enrolled and I can’t seem to find it.”

“Bastards…”

The boy with hair that was similar to a bird’s nest stood in the middle of the hallway. On his face was a contorted look of bottled up anger that threatened to burst like a water hose being stepped on with the water no where to go. Below the face that held shades of red, was a red dodgeball between his hands.

That boy was the average everyday student, Kamijou Touma, who stood before three other young men around his age that looked rather nervous.

“L- Like we said man, we didn’t do anything”

“Don’t fuck with me! You punks can’t possibly expect me to believe that could just happen all by itself!!! Are you trying to tell me that while you guys were in the next room, the dodgeball flew outside the gym, hit the wall, bounced into this hallway while hitting the walls several times and then just so happened smack into the back of my head at full speed!?!?!”

Kamijou’s hands that held the ball started to shake intensely. One would wonder if it would fly out of his hand by how rapidly it shook. The students in their PE uniforms started to sweat a bit from the fiery aura that almost seemed to emit from him. They remained in silence together until…

“….Well yeah, that’s about it happened, I guess you could say it was just bad luck”

“GAAAHHH!!!”

Kamijou held his head the moment he heard those words like a psychic attack had affected his mind. He knew. He knew. He just knew that was the cause of all of this but he wanted to lie to himself and ignore it. The boy that was use to breaking the illusions of others just had his own broken by cruel reality.

“Dammit, is this what it’s like to be on the opposite end for once? Screw it I’ll just take my frustration on you bastards like a drunk father after work!”

“Excusez-moi”

Immediately afterwords, Kamijou pulled his arm back with the ball tightly gripped. With the ferocity of a baseball player, he threw his arm forward and hurledthe ball for the center student’s head.

“AH!”

With surprisingly quick reflexes, the PE student bent his back and lowered his head out of the ball’s path. In doing so, the ball hit the wall some feet behind the student and bounced back after Kamijou.

“Could I trouble you by asking for directions to the administration office? I’ve only just enrolled and I can’t seem to find it.”

“Eh!?”

Seeing the ball coming for his face, Kamijiou ducked down for his life, leaving the ball to go directly behind him.

Kamijou smirked as he stood, feeling the beautiful satisfaction over seemingly overcome his misfortune. When he checked to look back at the students in PE uniforms, they were gone.

“Are they ninja’s?”

He spoke to himself as he tilted his head to the side. Thinking about it again, that wouldn’t be too strange from a school like this. Sadly, Kamijou wasn’t anything special. If he had some sort of skill or power that let him teleport or move at supersonic speed, life would be a lot easier for him and he could have followed those punks.

While imagining such an tender and easy life, Kamijou remembered something.

“Wait, wasn’t there a voice behind me?”

The overly weak Minus turned around. He had found the reason why those three had vanished.

It was also the reason why Kamijou’s expression slowely turned to 50% shock and 50% fear.

What he saw was-

『 Now you’ve got me feeling bad! How am I supposed to feel seeing your heart break so easily? At least put up a fight you know! At the very least if you’re a Magikarp — your right hand is a Dragonite or something! 』

Kumagawa would lightly laugh at Touma’s amusing reaction. He could only hope all of the freshmen were this interesting! Then again, given the nature of this school that wasn’t such a far off thought.

Kamjou Touma — he’ll be quite an amusing young man!

『 You’ve gotta trust your senpai, Kamijou-kun! If you can’t trust your senpai — what is there left to trust in this godawful world?! You do know the pain of not being burdened with someone’s trust — right?! Give your unworthy Kumagawa-senpai just a bit of your trust! There’s no way I’d let you down! 』

That’s right, Kamijou’s right hand held an absolute power that could negate and destroy any irregularities  of this world. Even a miracle of god could be put to nothing. He had to admit that it could be very helpful at times…

“Even so, I’m just hoping there aren’t any situations that don’t need me using it. But…knowing my chances….that’s very very slim.”

Kamijou turned his face to the side to look out the nearby window that displayed the outside of the school where a few students could be seen.

“Fine fine~ I’ll trust you, whatever, but if we’re caught in the act of something like peaking in the girls locker room, it’s every man for himself.”

Kamijou was someone that hated to be bothered but sadly it always came to him. He’s fairly gotten use to it although he has memory loss and he even found a way to look on the bright side of it. He often wonders how the ‘real’ Kamijou Touma dealt with his misfortune.

“Say Kumagawa-senpai, you’re a Minus like me, so your fate isn’t great either. How do you deal with this kind of bothersome life?”

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“Y’know. If this is the one way road to how life sucks, this is surprisingly accurate.” Came a offhand comment from the side of the teen who held the world’s ‘best’ luck.

Another duo pair of curious eyes couldn’t leave the sight without giving it a proper stare down. The two newest additions to Hakoniwa and already they making their way to blending in. Well, much as one can blend in with a mint haired baby riding upon his shoulder. The fact the child had the body strength to remain in place could pass as a really peculiar sight.

Next to Kamijou’s side was none other then Ishiyama’s problem child; Oga Tatsumi.

Who ears were currently ringing at the moment.

Seeing how all the routes eventually led to ‘Fukou Da’ plucked a string of twisted amusement in the teen. Leaving Beel to only wonder what was even funny from the get go. It was just paper, paper with writing! This didn’t even have anything to do with violence in any way, shape or form! However, the only interesting factor was the distinct feeling that Touma exuded.

Slowly his eyes glanced to the side at the raven haired teen flailing in despair.“Sounds like I discovered your favorite word right off the bat.”

Kamijou heard the voice beside him that that was harshly true. It was true, all too truth that Kamijou’s life was terrible! The hedgehog haired boy almost felt the need to cry but he wouldn’t allow himself to do that, especially in this new school.

Being fed up with all of this, Kamijou lightly slammed his own head against a nearby locker, his face completely held against the steel surface so he can’t be seen. Hearing the voice again, Kamijou remembered that there was someone beside him. 

He turned his head to the fellow

“Ah yeah, it’s really just become a hab-“

There was a green-haired baby on that guy’s shoulder

“……”

He turned his face back onto the cold locker. 

After a moment of silence, blood started rushing up to to his head. His face started turning into a red complexion and veins started to appear. If this were a different universe, one would be able to see a raging yellow aura surrounding him.

“AHHH!!! THAT’S IT!”

Kamijou roared as he removed his face off of the locker and extended his hands as if he were going to torture something. 

With speed almost like lightning, the boy’s hands grabbed the piece of paper laid before him and started ripping it to shreds.

“WHO THE HELL MADE THIS!? WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO SUCH A WEIRD SCHOOL!? IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE!? DOES SOMEONE HAVE SOME SORT OF SICK PLEASURE WITH TORTURING A YOUNG BOY!?”

He panted heavily as torn pieces of paper began to rain down in front of him after his wrath. As he started to calm down some, Kamijou turned his eyes back to the man with the baby on his shoulder. Knowing his misfortune, Kamijou would eventually meet someone that looks like bad news like him. So he decided to just get it over with.

“ha…ha….Class 1, Freshman, Kamijou Touma,….ha…and you are?”

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『 Hey hey now! If you keep going ” Fukou-da! ” everywhere, then people will think you’re some type of lame protagonist! Come on now, Kamijou-kun! Things like fate and fortune have no meaning for people like us, you know?  』

Behind the self-loathing young man, he would hear a cheerful voice; following that voice would be a weak pale hand attempting to plant itself on Touma’s back. That hand along with that voice belonged to none other than the young man who thrived on misery and chaos — Kumagawa Misogi.

Although when he wasn’t playing devil’s advocate it was also quite fun to mock despairing underclassmen!

『 You know, I’ve got a cute friend who also gets excited by that thing called misfortune! Maybe I could set you guys up! You guys would be a great match~♪ 』

Hearing that voice and feeling a hand on his back, Kamiijou turned his head around lazily to see who it is. It was Kumagawa Misogi, he was the Minus that was known by pretty much every Minus. At the same time Kamijou was just a Minus that had nothing special but his right hand.

Yes, fate and fortune were things that he wouldn’t like to rely on, but he had to admit that there was overwhelming evidence when one examined someone like this young Kamijou.

“For some reason I feel angry at that joke but I don’t know why…”

Kamijou pondered with a down cast look.

“Anyways, Kumagawa-senpai, although I believe you about the cute part. Her having a taste in that sort of thing sounds like a woman that’s bad for my health. I bet if you put me and her in an RPG against each other, I’d be ice and she’d be fire.  It’s super effective!”

Kamijou complained with a joke that only left a bad taste in his mouth. It was true he did always wanted a cute girlfriend, but the girls he happened to meet were either dangerous or very troublesome. To put it simply, no matter what route Kamijou chose, there would always be misfortune in the end.

(Source: nomore-illusions)