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An Introvert Is Expected To Rise To The Occasion By The School’s Most Beautiful Girl.

Afternoon, during homeroom.

Today, the class is tasked with deciding the events for the upcoming sports tournament, which is scheduled to take place in two weeks.

“Let’s decide who will participate in which event,” the class president said, taking charge of the proceedings.

The sports tournament, held annually in early June, features a variety of events like soccer and basketball. Most of the events are gender-specific and follow a mixed-tournament format across all grades and departments.

Each student is required to participate in at least one event. In some classes, due to the gender ratio, the number of participation slots exceeds the number of students, meaning someone might end up participating in multiple events.

I was assigned to dodgeball.

This is the only event that’s co-ed, without a tournament bracket, and not taken too seriously.

(It’s kind of considerate that they offer an option for students who aren’t athletic or aren’t really motivated…)

As usual, those who didn’t have a specific event in mind get placed into this category. I was in dodgeball last year too, and, honestly, I don’t have any memorable experiences to share from it.

(I mean, I do wish for a little excitement this year… but standing out too much all of a sudden might not be the best idea.)

Using the superhuman physical abilities I honed in another world to dominate would be thrilling, sure, but overdoing it is never a good thing. If a quiet, introverted guy like me suddenly became the star, people would start to get suspicious.

So, I thought I’d just stick with the standard event for introverts and go under the radar… until this happened.

“Well, we’re mostly settled, but… we’re still one person short for the boys’ soccer team,” the class president said, looking at the blackboard where the events and participants were listed, a hint of concern on her face.

“Well, you can’t really blame them for that,” one of the guys on the soccer team sighed.

“Someone praise me for putting my name down just to fill a spot,” another joked.

Even the guys who had already signed up for soccer seemed resigned to the situation. Soccer, a popular sport in general, wasn’t exactly favored during the school’s sports tournament, and there was a reason for that.

(Since the tournament is a competition between classes, regardless of grade or department, it means we’ll have to play against the sports-specialty classes…)

This high school has always had a strong soccer team, frequently making appearances at the national level.

To make matters worse, this year’s third-year students include the ace who became infamous after being rejected by Hatsune-san, which led to a surge of jealousy. There are also several other promising players rumored to be future professionals.

(In other sports, it’s tough for second-years to beat third-years, but in soccer, it’s almost a guaranteed loss.)

Getting demolished on the field is a foregone conclusion. Playing soccer in the tournament pretty much means being cannon fodder for the handsome soccer club members, who’ll be showered with cheers and adoration. No wonder no one wants to volunteer.

“Anyone willing to join?”

The class president looked around the room, but the students who might have volunteered had already signed up. With no one responding, her gaze landed on me, seated in the far back of the classroom.

“Oh, that’s right. How about you, Ueno-kun? This could be a great opportunity for you to join in.”

With that single suggestion, the entire class turned their attention toward me. What is this? I’m more nervous than when I was stared down by a dragon in the other world.

“Me…?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Yes. I think it would be a great way for you to bond with the class.”

The class president was probably being kind. Her smile showed no malice whatsoever.

“Uhhh…”

As I hesitated, the reactions from my classmates were surprisingly warm.

“You don’t need to worry. We’re going to lose anyway.”

“As long as we fill the spot, it’ll be fine.”

Of course, my classmates just see me as some introverted guy. They seemed more sympathetic than anything about me being called out by the class president. There’s probably a part of them that’s just relieved it wasn’t them who got picked.

(If things go like this, maybe I can just coast through the game by hanging out on the edge of the field…)

Just when I was thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to join if no one had any expectations of me—

“Yakumo-kun could handle something like soccer easily, don’t you think?”

Hatsune, who was sitting next to me, suddenly made that remark. She seemed to be in a bad mood, though. What was going on? I could understand why she might think I’d have no trouble with the tournament, given that she knew about my physical abilities, but… why the sour mood?

“Wait, Ueno-kun’s good at soccer?”

“I’ve never heard of him playing, but he’s probably not on the level of the soccer club guys.”

“Then why would Ichigaya-san say something like that?”

“Love is blind, I guess.”

Thanks to Hatsune’s comment, the conversation among my classmates started heading in a strange direction.

“Hmm, I don’t really get it, but if Ichigaya-san says it’s no problem, then it must be true. Ueno-kun will be the last player!”

Seeing the atmosphere of the class, the class president made the decision without even waiting for my response. Applause echoed around the room.

Wait. Do I not have a choice in this?

Before I knew it, I’d been signed up to play soccer.

As the class president started discussing the practice schedule before the tournament, I glanced at Hatsune.

“Hatsune-san, what was that about just now?” I asked her quietly.

“I kind of figured that you didn’t want to show off your abilities, Yakumo-kun, but seeing everyone not expect anything from you at all made me feel… uneasy. So, I just blurted it out.”

“You just… blurted it out?”

“Was that… annoying?”

Her voice was small, and she looked downcast. I thought for a moment. I didn’t feel annoyed at all.

“Actually… it made me happy. It showed that you care about me, Hatsune-san.”

“Th-that’s right. You’re my… friend, after all,” she stammered.

Hatsune-san’s cheeks were flushed, a deep red that didn’t seem fitting for someone just talking to a friend.

Her embarrassed expression—on the face of the school’s most beautiful girl—was almost too cute to handle.

“Well, since it’s come to this, I’ll give it my best shot,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, do your best!” she cheered, forming a small fist of encouragement.

Watching her like that, I felt a strong desire to live up to her expectations. Despite being an introvert, I couldn’t help but harbor the unreasonable ambition of wanting to impress her.