The weekend passed, and the first class finally arrived.
I quietly opened the back door and walked in to find a seat.
—Wait, is he the one?
With each step, I could hear students murmuring.
—He doesn't look like a commoner. How did he score that high? Did he cheat?
—You sure he didn't seduce the supervisors in the entrance exams?
Ignoring the expected chatter, I scanned the room for my target and settled into a seat near the corner.
"Why are you sitting here?"
The question came suddenly, in a high-pitched, feminine voice.
Turning my head, as I had expected, my target—a slender man with long black hair, a feminine face with eyelashes and lipstick, and a skirt—appeared in front of me.
Disgust appeared in my expression, and words flowed out of my mouth naturally.
"Ewww, are you a sissy?!"
"W-what the hell did you say?"