Take 1-D!

Mrs. Yoshiko Minase was his paternal grandmother. Her little agency used to handle all sorts of projects in the vicinity of Tokyo, including a few within the Metropolitan Area. She met Izu Mite and followed them out here, keen on colonizing new territory after tiring of saturated markets on the mainland, not to mention focusing on a small island was better for her advancing age. She had a particular liking for out-of-the-way areas where new developments are on the rise. She was previously involved in one such development way back near Ibaraki (where her son grew up) where arose a renewable energy complex, a specialist engineering school, and a large shopping mall.

"Yoshiyuki?"

His eyes popped open and he was surprised to find himself lying on the sofa. It's morning. The soft rays of sunshine made faint spots if light on his shins.

"Yoshiyuki," said Grandma in concern, "It's the first day of school already and you haven't registered yet." She scratched her head, almost cluelessly. "I was hoping I won't have a recluse in the house."

He sat up wearily. "I wasn't a recluse in Tokyo," he grumbled groggily.

She looked at him in surprise. "Well, I didn't really think you were."

He only frowned. Is this another case of "miscommunication?" Whatevs. "Never mind."

But she just warmed up and dismissed it all with a hearty laugh. "I only meant it would be a shame if you didn't go out in the sun and meet new people. The Kyunins are a wonderful destination. It's on the top trip advisory lists and it got a World Heritage site to boot. Not everyone gets the chance to live in the midst of paradise."

"Hai, hai," he said cutting her off and making his way to the kitchen.

Later that morning, he was sitting on a long bench just outside the registry office, where the secretary was perusing his papers, including some school records of his from Tokyo, and a letter from his grandmother. He had been sitting in silence for almost an hour, and then came the bell announcing lunch. His solitude was broken by the peals of laughter and chattering in the distance where he could see boys and girls on the way to the cafeteria, or wherever they were wont to eat. It was then that he was called inside the office.

                3. Take 1-D!

"Mr. Minase," began the secretary, a forty-something woman in a prim suit, "you have had some fine grades. It was only your attendance in your last school that was questionable." A public school his parents hastily shifted him to when they got into a spell of tight finances. "Did you, um, have a problem with the environment back there?"

"…"

He silently declined—well that was a tad too personal to just spill out to a random secretary. Of course she already knew; she had seen which neighborhood in Tokyo it was in.

"Well then, Mr. Minase, I am pleased to inform you we are a privately-run school, so I highly advise you to immerse yourself in the community here.

"However, as you have enrolled late, there are quite a few classes I can hardly assign you to. Hmmm. 1-B is full. So is 1-C. Let see… I guess you could only choose between 1-D, and 1-E…"

"Take 1-D!' yelled a voice from the door.

Eh?

He was assaulted by a sudden grab on his arm, much to the consternation of the secretary. It was her. Orange-hair. Oh, man…

"How…" mumbled Yoshiyuki. "How…?"

"I found you!" she declared. "I saw you from the corridor before you went in. I can recognize you from a mile away!"

The secretary cleared her throat. The girl quickly realized she was in an office. "Ah! I-I'm sorry! I really am." Nervous chuckle. The secretary and Yoshiyuki could only stare in disbelief. "But you know, Madam," she continued, "he should be counted in 1-D because… Eheheh…"

"But Miss Nitta," said the secretary, "you're not even the same year as him. He's first year, and you're second."

Another apprehensive giggle. "I know, but…"

"Yatta!" cheered Miss Nitta back at 2-C as her classmates crowded around a bewildered Yoshiyuki. He was brought straight here instead of his actual classroom. "From now on we'll be seeing him everyday! See what a fine specimen he is!" Her classmates duly gazed curiously at him. "Hah! You probably never thought a Tokyo boy can be so tall."

"What am I, a koala in a zoo?" he murmured.

"But An-chan," commented one of the girls to orange-hair, "is it alright to have a first-year with us here?"

"Bleh. It doesn't matter. His room's just directly across the hallway from ours. He can now visit us everyday, right, Tokyo boy?"

"Visit your face," he retorted.

"Moh! Such a spoilsport."

"Anju-san," said another classmate to the girl, "I don't think we have properly introduced each other."

"Ehhhh? But he'll introduce himself in 1-D, anyway. Hahhhh… Very well." The girl called Anju now turned to Yoshiyuki. "This isn't class, so if you must say something about yourself, you must do it like a Tokyo person does. Cool and captivating!"

He hung his head in frustration. So this is the community the office wanted him to immerse himself in? Oh well. If they're going keep calling him out on his place of origin, he better make the most of it.

"Alright," he said in a rich, deep stunned them and sent the girls whispering. "They append to me such a pathetic mortal's moniker of Yoshiyuki Minase, but if I must reveal my true form, then so be it." He made a stylish goth-cum-bishonen pose that left them gaping. "I am Yohan. Fallen from grace. I wander the earth endlessly and shrinks before no mortal soul. I endure to the very ends of eternity. Be overwhelmed… by my Cool Allule!"

"…"

Their amazement slowly melted away.

"…A-Allule?"

"Huh—" His façade has cracked. I-I mean allure! Allure! That's… that's just a fallen accent!"

But everybody's faces were now blank. Except Anju's. "Grrrr. And I had such high hopes! I'm so ashamed of you!" she cried as she shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face. Oh, and one more thing. "You still owe me a hundred yen!" Bam.

Hanging his head yet again, he turned toward his first-year room. Class was to about to resume. But wait. A group of boys and one girl was watching from the door. The gentlemen quickly darted back in, leaving the cute honey-haired girl gazing at him goggle-eyed, before being yanked back in.

Great. He is now the star of a freak show in two classes.

Thus begins Yoshiyuki Minase's first ever year in faraway Nankaisei.