The Story of How I, a Guy Who Couldn’t Care Less About School Castes, Somehow Ended Up Making All the Five-Star Gals Fall for Me - Chapter 03: Even Gals Come in Different Types

Chapter 03: Even Gals Come in Different Types

Miyu Chigira.

She had a gentle face, big round eyes that gave her the look of a small woodland creature, and an overall adorable aura. Out of the four, she was the shortest and most petite. Yet despite her delicate frame, her chest was… very well-developed. Her milk-tea colored hair was neatly braided, and every little gesture or mannerism carried the elegance of someone raised with proper manners.

“Miyu, saying stuff like that just proves you’re not interested in the guy. That’s pretty cruel, y’know.”

The one pointing that out with mock seriousness was Platina Kongouji.

Even her name stood out as unusual. 

A mysterious, laid-back gal who radiated an unreadable aura. 

She wore no makeup, her silver-dyed hair framing her face, oversized glasses perched on her nose. Her bangs were tied up with a hair tie in a way that made her look vaguely like a lantern fish. Instead of the standard shirt under her uniform jacket, she went with a loud floral-patterned aloha shirt. The buttons barely closed, gaping wide enough to almost reveal her bra—not that she seemed to care. To top it off, she wore the school’s track pants under her skirt like it was nothing.

Sitting in her chair with her knees pulled up and her back hunched, she looked completely out of place among the four.

But no matter how eccentric her style, her natural beauty was undeniable. Combine that with her unpredictable behavior and the figure she couldn’t hide, and it was no wonder she had a legion of devoted secret fans.

“Eh!? No-no, that’s not it! I really meant it! D-Don’t tease me like that, Platina-chan!”

Miyu flailed her hands frantically, desperate to deny it.

“Ahaha, messing with you is just too fun, Miyu.”

Platina let out a thin laugh in her usual lazy tone.

“I-It’s not that I’m not interested! If anything, I actually think Kizuki-kun is really nice! So don’t misunderstand, okay! Okay! Okay!”

Miyu pressed her small hands together in front of her chest, practically begging him to believe her. 

That earnestness was so endearing that even Ikoi’s expression softened. Whether it was a baby or a pet, something that adorable naturally tugged at your protective instincts.

Cute things are cute.

That was an undeniable truth.

“Chigira-san, thanks for trying to cover for me. But if you already have a boyfriend, then ignoring other guys is the right thing to do. So you don’t need to worry about it.”

After all, no one would be happy if the person they liked showed interest in someone else.

“That’s not it… um, it’s just that I can’t say it right now…”

Miyu faltered, carefully picking her words, then snuck a quick glance at the other three.

“It’s fine. Relax. Just say it when you’re ready.”

“I don’t really mind, though.”

She clearly had some kind of secret she couldn’t reveal here.

She wanted to say it, but couldn’t.

That’s how it felt. And pushing her now wouldn’t change anything.

“Just tell me when you’re ready. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Kizuki-kun…”

Miyu’s eyes shimmered—moved by Ikoi’s sincerity.

People adored her for her cuteness, sure. But at the same time, her gentle, modest nature often got mistaken for being slow, and others would treat her in a patronizing way.

“Well said, Kizuki-shi. A man’s worth lies in how broad his heart is—otherwise, he’ll never be popular.”

“Pretty sure that was just a roundabout insult, Kongouji-san. Maybe reflect a little yourself.”

“Indeed. I myself am not accustomed to speaking with boys, so I am quite nervous, you see.”

Her tone was so utterly flat that it was impossible to believe for even a second.

“But still—you’ve got a boyfriend too, don’t you?”

“Fufu. For a beauty, men come flocking even if she stays silent. The only question is whether I choose to toy with them or not.”

The words of someone overwhelmingly confident in love.

Flip it around, though, and it meant living life constantly under the gaze of strangers.

“Having too many options sounds rough in its own way.”

“In life, there’s never just one correct answer, is there?”

“True enough.”

On that point, he couldn’t disagree.

“Not bad, Kizuki-shi. Why don’t you throw your hat in the ring and apply to be my boyfriend? You’d be welcome.”

“Tempting. Just don’t cry when we break up in a single day, Kongouji-san.”

“Fufu. Maybe it’ll be you crying, begging me not to leave.”

“If it’s the kind of romance that leaves me completely undone, then hey—sounds like fun.”

“If you’re that willing, then I can’t ask for more as a woman.”

“Sounds like it’d turn into one hell of a love story.”

Ikoi brushed off Platina’s oh-so-sensible-sounding words.

If you took every cryptic line she dropped at face value, a guy’s pure-hearted feelings would only swing and miss.

The best way to handle her nonsense was to play along—just enough to keep the conversation moving.

Both of them knew there weren’t any real feelings behind it.

That was why their banter stayed so casual and unreserved.

Talking with Platina was fun, sure… but her true intentions were impossible to read. That was the tricky part.

“Kizuki-shi, you’re quite the amusing guy.”

Platina’s eyes gleamed behind her glasses, clearly pleased with his quick comebacks.

“See? I knew it. Ikoi, the caste-indifferent boy, is just built different.”

Hinawa jumped in without hesitation, like she’d just declared some universal truth. Where that confidence came from was anyone’s guess.

“What the heck does that even mean?”

Ikoi frowned, hearing the unfamiliar phrase for the first time.

“You didn’t know? That’s what everyone calls you.”

“First I’ve heard of it. What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Like—Ikoi, you can talk to us totally normally, right?”

“? I only answered because you started talking to me.”

He wasn’t nearly thick-skinned enough to ignore a classmate who spoke to him.

“That’s exactly what makes you rare.”

Hinawa jabbed her finger at him with a grin.

Her perfect white teeth gleamed as she smirked.

After all, Ikoi was the only one who could casually hold a real conversation with all the Fives.

Proof of that? The entire class had started eavesdropping without even realizing it.

“That’s why, even if you’ve got harsh words or brutal comments, it’s fine—just judge for us. We want a clear winner.”

Hinawa pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture.

Their little competition had already been dragging on for quite some time.

“Seriously? You’re still dragging this out—and now you’re even roping in outsiders?”

The irritated voice came from the last of the Fives.

The queenly, cool-type gal with short black hair—Hari Suitengu—finally broke her silence.