"Be honest—what exactly is your relationship with Bakugou-kun…!?" "You said you have a fiancée, so does that mean…!?" "Having a fiancée in middle school basically means that kind of thing…!?"
The day after I transferred to Orudera Middle School. It seems I made a spectacular mistake yesterday. Why? Getting to the classroom late for class wasn't the problem—well, being late on the very first day of transfer was bad, but… never mind that. I couldn't find the way, so it couldn't be helped.
More importantly, the self-introduction I gave afterward seems to have caused a huge misunderstanding. I only stated the facts, but somehow it created all sorts of confusion. Today, when I entered the classroom with my little brother's guidance, I was immediately surrounded by kids whose faces I still barely knew. And then the questions came pouring in.
It was noisy and incredibly annoying. The children seemed extremely interested in me—especially the girls. I really wish they would stop with the "girl talk."
That self-introduction was probably a massive blunder. Because everyone now thinks my fiancée is Bakugou Katsuki. …That's wrong. Absolutely wrong. I need to clear that up right away…!
"N-no, that's not it. You're misunderstanding. …He's just my little brother. Not my fiancée."
"Who the hell is your little brother, you damn shorty!! Don't try to drag my social status down!!"
"You're so loud… Besides, your image was already terrible from the start."
"It wasn't terrible! Die, shorty!!"
Ugh. So noisy. So loud. Does this brat literally need to shout to have a conversation? If so, that must make life pretty difficult for him. …Not that I'd know. Anyway, don't just yell wherever you please. The moment you raised your voice, about half the kids surrounding me scattered. Well, at least I don't have to deal with their barrage of questions anymore, so that's something. Still… hmm…
Also, what is "caste"? I vaguely remember my guardian mentioning it before. What was it again? Why has Japanese started mixing in so many English words? Is this what they call the change of the times…?
"K-Kacchan… You have a fiancée…?"
"Aaah!? Even if I did have a fiancée, what the hell does it have to do with you, you damn nerd!!"
"N-no, I didn't mean it has anything to do with me…"
…Hm? While I was wondering how to shut my little brother up, some boy I didn't know was being cornered by him. He looks like a quiet, gentle kid. Someone like him probably finds my little brother's existence nothing but toxic. Can't be helped—I'll stop this.
"That's enough."
For now, a knuckle to the head. I can't overlook any more of this nonsense. I'll make him behave before he does anything worse. Otherwise, things will only get louder. I really don't want to get dragged into trouble just two days after transferring.
"Ow!? …Don't hit people on the head, you bastard!!"
"You're too loud. Acting all tough even though you're weak. Know your place, fool."
I jumped up and dropped a knuckle on the top of his head, but that might have been another mistake. I don't seem to have my father's skill at doing it neatly. Sure enough, my little brother made a terrifying face and came charging at me this time.
…Well, it's better than letting the other kids get cornered by him. For now, I grabbed his face and squeezed with all my strength.
"Sorry about my little brother, you there. I'll discipline him properly, so please forgive him."
"Eh? Ah, no… Um…"
Hmm? What's with this guy? The moment I speak to him, he starts acting all suspicious.
"You…! Whose face do you think you're grabbing, you damn shorty!! Don't ignore me and talk to some damn nerd!!"
"…Damn nerd? What does that mean?"
"Damn" is shit, right? "Nerd"? Shit nerd—what is that? Whatever. I can tell it's some kind of insult. Hey, stop struggling and trying to pry my hand off. It's useless—I've strengthened it with cursed energy. Even without that, I have no intention of losing to a brat like you in raw strength.
"Hey, you. What does 'damn nerd' mean?"
"E-eh, um… 'Kuso nerd' is a combination of 'kuso' (shit) and 'nerd.' 'Kuso' is literally shit, and 'nerd' means—"
"You don't get it at all!! Don't analyze insults, you damn nerd! It's giving me chills!! Let go already!!"
"You're so loud. I'm talking to this… um… right, Midoriya…? So be quiet."
Midoriya. …That's right, isn't it? That's what's written on his name tag. Surely he wouldn't be wearing someone else's. But this kid has his own quirks too. He's been avoiding eye contact with me the whole time, and for some reason he's all tense and stiff in front of me. When Tokoyami looked up at me from close range, he reacted kind of like this… It happened a few times in elementary school too, I think… or maybe not.
For some reason, when I get close to boys, they sometimes show strange reactions. I wonder why. Looking back, it really is mysterious.
"H-H-Hello! I-I'm M-M-Midoriya Izuku…!!"
He bit his tongue quite badly. Is this guy okay? He seems like a bundle of problems. Maybe as bad as Tokoyami. Can't be helped—I'll look after him along with my little brother. After all, we've been classmates since yesterday.
"I'm Edo Michi Enka, as you probably already know. Calm down a little. What are you so flustered about…?"
"Y-Y-Yes!!"