You’re Right, They’ll Expel Me if I Run into the Store with a Weapon!!

“With this, our victory is assured! Hahaha!”

To prevent sniper attacks, the curtains are closed, and the space is illuminated by bright electric lights. On the stage of the huge hall on the top floor, used as a party venue, a boy laughed loudly.

Around him, his team, formed to carry out his strategy, displayed their ease and freedom.

He was a freshman in middle school. Using his captivating oratory skills, he managed to reach this point in just a few weeks after enrolling.

He was talented, excelling in athletics, academics, and combat. Since elementary school, he had stood out, earning the respect of those around him.

One day, he was confirmed to possess combat power during a test. His initial evaluation surpassed the average, and he also possessed a special ability.

Floating around his shoulders were aluminum cans filled with juice.

Psychokinesis — the power to move and control objects with the mind. That was the ability he had acquired.

It was rare to enhance the human body and gain abilities simultaneously. His talent could only be described as natural.

His well-conceived plan was believed to be infallible by everyone.

(With fewer people outside, victory will be easy.)

He was aware of his superior abilities, not doubting for a moment that he was above everyone present. He thought defeating everyone would be simple after executing his strategy.

(I think they were ranked individuals… I don’t know what powers they have, but they seem easy to defeat for me.)

He remembered a commentator praising and the audience cheering for a person.

A girl with bright long hair, showing a delicate face.

(Ah, I can defeat her. No, I must. I cannot allow someone like that to exist above me.)

Shiori Himeji, with her good grades, beautiful appearance, and the title of a ranked individual, was intolerable to him.

He harbored a habit of feeling inferiority and disgust towards those who stood above him. Seeing the storm of applause in the stadium, his disgust grew even more.

(Yes! After this strategy, it might be good to go defeat that girl as an additional plan! Yes, let’s do that!)

More than a hundred students participated in this strategy, planning to use their full force to defeat Shiori.

(First, I need to think of an explanation that everyone will accept.)

As he began to form a new plan, a man approached him.

“Uh, you’re the leader, right?”

“Yes. Everyone calls me that, so you can call me that too, Senpai.”

The leader, referred to as Senpai by the only high school student team member participating in this strategy, sat down without showing proper manners, casually responding.

“So, what’s up?”

“This strategy of yours… Well, it’s a warning.”

“A warning?”

With a grimace, Senpai spoke plainly.

“If the ranked individuals attack, issue an immediate evacuation order. That’s what I came to say.”

“Evacuate?”

At Senpai’s words, the leader shrugged and smirked.

“Even if they attack, we’ll counterattack. We have over a hundred people here. They are few. Running away is unthinkable.”

To defeat a single girl, the number of people here could be considered excessive. The leader, confidently sitting back, surveyed the hall and spoke.

“This is a perfect fortress. All entry points are blocked, and patrols are conducted inside the building. Even if someone breaks in, they’ll be shot down immediately.”

“Wasting my time with persuasion…”

“I have no need to be persuaded. My strategy is perfect.”

Senpai sighed, turning away from the leader, who showed only arrogance.

“Alright. If the ranked individuals attack, we’ll make ourselves scarce. You shouldn’t mind since we helped build this fortress.”

Senpai’s expertise in physical enhancement greatly contributed to blocking the entrances, significantly reducing the work time.

“We’re just three people. You won’t miss us.”

“Of course not. Feel free.”

Waving his hand, the leader returned to his drink. Senpai glanced at him and then stepped off the stage.

“Takanami, how did the warning go?”

Senpai, called Takanami by another high school student team member.

“You know, Unba… It was useless. He’s completely drunk on power.”

“It’s the same every year. They don’t understand until they experience it themselves.”

“Yeah.”

As if recalling something, Takanami looked up at the ceiling.

“I wonder how many will quit this year.”

The man called Unba finished Takanami’s thought. He shared the dark and frightening memories known as an implicit annual tradition.

“Since we’ve done our part as seniors, shall we leave? Honestly, it’s dangerous here.”

“I want to, but I’m worried.”

Expressing his concern, Takanami surveyed the hall filled with new students, inwardly worried.

“Is there no way to help them a bit?”

That was why Takanami was here, but he knew it was almost impossible to fulfill that wish.

“No way, the leader is that guy.”

Looking at the leader, confidently sitting on the stage, drinking and smirking, Unba made a resigned face.

“That type won’t be satisfied unless they’re in charge. It’ll be troublesome if you took command.”

“True… Really true…”

Takanami sighed deeply, troubled. Unba patted his shoulder, sharing the burden of worry.

“Anyway, if there’s an attack, let’s escape. Honestly, I don’t want to fight the ranked individuals.”

“I know. That’s why I secured a deal for evacuation. We’ll vanish immediately if there’s an attack.”

Relieved by Takanami’s negotiation, Unba sighed lightly, feeling safer. Then, Takanami noticed something.

“What about the newcomer?”

“Oh, actually…”

Their team member had been forced into patrol duty by the leader’s followers.

“Tch.”

Takanami clicked his tongue and confronted the leader again.

“Can you not use our member without permission?”

“I’m the commander here. It’s fine for me to use them.”

“…”

Takanami, realizing the futility, sighed and contacted Yamamoto via his earpiece.

“Can you hear me, Yamamoto? Where are you?”

“I’m away from the patrol team, in the bathroom.”

“Come back immediately.”

“Eh… Okay.”

Yamamoto, called by Takanami, agreed, though confused by the sudden order. But someone was displeased.

“What are you doing, Senpai? Don’t issue orders on your own.”

“He’s part of my team, and I’m the team leader. I can’t leave my member in your care.”

“Tch.”

Irritated, the leader touched his own communicator, instructing his followers.

“Hey, if you see a guy named Yamamoto trying to leave, stop him and continue the patrol.”

“Understood.”

“Hey, don’t just—”

“Shut up! Don’t interfere with my orders!”

Angered by Takanami’s actions, the leader’s attitude towards him changed from friendly to viewing him as a mere nuisance.

Takanami, now truly dismayed by the leader’s behavior, issued a final warning.

But still, he hoped to save them.

As a senior, he spoke his last words.

“You don’t understand the fear of the ranked individuals… the terror of Shiori Himeji. If you’re unlucky—”

(Ahh, Hiroki…)

Yamamoto Ichinoya had finished his business and was standing in front of the washroom.

The person he was thinking about, with a blush on his face, was “Ogino Hiroki.”

(Ahh, Hiroki’s participating… That’s great… So great!)

Ichinoya was a “transfer student” to Combat College. And the high school he had previously attended was the same one that Hiroki attended.

In other words, they were practically from the same hometown.

And why he harbored such strong, passionate feelings for Hiroki was…

(Ahh… I can’t stand it… That face! That physique! That aura! Those tight buttocks! Ahh… I want to savor it all!)

Yamamoto Ichinoya was homosexual.

He knew Hiroki. Although they were in different classrooms at their previous school, they were together during physical education classes. During those times, he observed Hiroki intensely and with great longing.

Hiroki Ogino matched all the types Ichinoya was into.

Disregarding the barriers of gender, he cherished Hiroki.

However, the world is harsh towards homosexuals.

Prejudice—that’s the word often associated with homosexuals.

Therefore, Ichinoya did nothing. Except for during physical education classes, he made sure no one suspected anything, watching Hiroki from a distance.

But then, an unexpected interruption occurred.

The discovery of his combat abilities significantly changed his lifestyle.

Having showcased his talents in physical education through accidental use of his abilities, he was noticed by Combat College officials. With strong wishes from his parents and the school, he had to leave his previous school.

That meant parting ways with the man, Hiroki, he had longed for.

However,

By chance, or perhaps fate,

Hiroki transferred to Combat College.

Yes, Hiroki, the very person Ichinoya most wanted to meet, had come to the same environment.

Though they ended up in different classrooms again, being in the same school building was still a fact.

He had restrained himself to merely watching from the shadows at their previous school, but that restraint had disappeared with their parting.

Having hailed from the same hometown gave them plenty to talk about.

But,

That chance vanished before he could act on it.

After the first day of school, Hiroki stopped coming.

The one place where Ichinoya could have had the chance to interact with Hiroki, and he was no longer there.

A multi-ability user? Defeated Shiori Himeji? Equal in strength to those ranked?

Rumors about Hiroki were circulating, but they meant nothing to Ichinoya.

The absence of Hiroki inflicted a deep wound in his heart.

He cried. Having lost the opportunity to meet his beloved Hiroki, he wept bitterly.

(Next time… Next time…)

Thus, he fervently hoped. This current event Hiroki was participating in was a chance for Ichinoya.

(With my ability, “Luck Enhancement”…)

Yamamoto Ichinoya’s “Luck Enhancement” was an ability that “enhances the process of fulfilling one’s desires.”

“Luck Enhancement” was a previously discovered ability and research indicated that the conditions for activating this ability varied slightly depending on the user.

In Yamamoto Ichinoya’s case, “the effect only extends to within a radius of ten meters from himself.”

But for Ichinoya, that was enough.

An ability to enhance the process of fulfilling desires.

All he needed to do was get within ten meters.

This means,

(Trip and push him down by accident, and with a Super King explosion, rip open Hiroki’s shirt! Bury my face in his tight chest and steal a kiss!)

The “Protagonist’s Lucky Pervert” scene found in manga.

That was Ichinoya’s aim.

(It’s okay. I can do it! If things go well, I could even rip Hiroki’s pants with a Super King explosion and bury my face in his underwear for a kiss!)

Ichinoya’s mind, turned into a beast of desire and libido, was heatedly excited by his fantasies.

In his eyes imagining the not-so-distant future, he fantasized about roses of a muddied hue.

This was the beginning.

The “Lucky Pervert Story” by Yamamoto Ichinoya.

A story filled with Hiroki’s underwear, his muscular chest, and almost nude erotic scenes, with mysterious light refractions and divine pranks hiding Hiroki’s “manly symbol.”

It begins today, this very day.

(Wait for me, Hiroki! I’ll dye your Avalon with my color! Ah, Valhalla, the new world, is right there!)

Yamamoto Ichinoya, embodying the wishes of fujoshi nationwide.

He began walking towards a bright hopeful landscape when suddenly—”Bzzt”—the light went out.

“Huh? A blackout?”

The bright space was enveloped in darkness, and nothing reflected in Ichinoya’s eyes. The panicked voices of his patrol mates waiting outside the restroom suggested that the hallway lights had also gone out.

“Use the smartphone.”

Trying to create light, Ichinoya reached into his pocket for his device. However, the outfit he was wearing, made for combat, had a different structure from regular pockets.

Double pockets with zippers and buttons, designed to protect electronic devices from water damage, presented a difficult challenge for Ichinoya in the dark.

“I can’t open it.”

Despite attempting to fumble with it, he couldn’t get it open.

“Guess I’ll go out…”

Failing to open the pocket, he thought to rely on his mates outside. It was hard to open the pocket, but he could manage to find his way out by feeling the walls.

With that thought, Ichinoya first touched the washstand—then realized.

Swooosh—Swooosh—

A steady rhythm of breathing seemed to whisper in his ears.

“What?!”

A dim red mist-like light appeared in his vision. It was right in front of him, where a light had somehow emerged.

—But that’s strange.

In front of him should have been the clean washstand. And the mist was at the height of his gaze, where only a mirror should have been.

He looked at the mist and realized it was casting a shadow.

“…Me?”

The dim red light, though faint, played the same role as a light, reflecting his head in the mirror.

Meaning, the mist was behind him, at the back of his head, and was reflected by the mirror.

(Emergency warning device…?)