Hachiman’s Classroom of Strength’s Supremacy

First Semester

Chapter 1: Hikigaya Hachiman Wants a Dramatic Introduction

Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School.

Located on an artificial island built with government funding.

Currently, in Class 1-D, the new students were introducing themselves.

Arriving at a new class and then introducing oneself to get to know each other—it was an important step.

“Excuse me, everyone? I’m Yosuke Hirata. Let’s all take turns introducing ourselves. I hope we can quickly bond and become friends.”

There were also introductions like:

“Next up is me! My name is Kushida Kikyo. My goal is to be friends with everyone here! I want to create lots of wonderful memories, so please come talk to me often!”

And soon, it would be his turn.

At that moment—

A black-haired boy sat by the window.

If one were to describe his appearance, he could be considered an ordinary handsome guy.

His dead fish eyes slightly ruined the aesthetic, but he was certainly someone you could get used to looking at.

…

His name was Hikigaya Hachiman.

Originally a student at Sobu High School in Chiba, on his very first day of school, he was hit by a car while trying to save a puppy that had run into the street.

That led to three weeks of recovery in the hospital.

For a first-year student, this was devastating. Small social circles typically formed within the first week—or sometimes even within two to three days.

It was easy to imagine that, upon returning to class, he would be destined to spend his high school years alone again.

However, something unexpected happened.

His guidance counselor, Hiratsuka Shizuka, pointed him toward a new path.

She recommended Tokyo Advanced Nurturing High School to him.

The reason was simple: one of the students admitted to the school had an issue, creating a vacancy.

As an alumnus of this institution, Hiratsuka Shizuka thought of him and gave him this special recommendation.

“She really is too kind… This teacher.”

Moreover, the school offered excellent benefits.

It boasted a 100% university admission and employment rate—an attractive selling point.

The most important thing was that tuition was free, and no living expenses were required to enroll.

Yes, you heard that right—no tuition and no need for living expenses.

It was almost unbelievable.

It made people suspicious—why would they be granted such special treatment?

However—

Even though this school, which seemed like a free gift, was full of mysteries, his parents still signed the agreement without hesitation.

This made Hachiman wonder if he had actually been adopted.

But—

His younger sister, Komachi, was still in her second year of middle school. In two years, she would also be taking high school entrance exams.

If her scores were low, the tuition fees would increase accordingly, placing a heavier burden on their parents.

So if he could save the cost of his own high school tuition, that would be a good thing.

That was what Hikigaya Hachiman thought.

And—

It wasn’t a loss for him.

At Advanced Nurturing High School, all the first-year students were just starting.

That meant he had a chance to integrate into a group.

Being alone wasn’t necessarily bad, but in group settings, it could be inconvenient.

He had already experienced it many times—being unable to find a partner for PE class, playing tennis alone, baseball alone.

So—

If possible, he should seize the opportunity.

His sister had also told him, “If you get the chance, you should work on fixing that twisted personality of yours.”

In other words—he needed to take a real step forward and try making a friend.

And now—

“Komachi, watch this.”

“Making friends should be quite easy.”

Now was the opportunity.

With that thought—

Hachiman had already come up with an intense and passionate self-introduction.

Something like—

“Catering to others, seeking approval, staying in touch, going along with conversations—that’s not real friendship. That’s not what a true friend is.”

“A real friend is someone who, when you call for help at 2 AM, gets on their bike and rushes to your side at 50 km/h without hesitation.”

“So, if anyone here shares that kind of mindset—let’s be friends.”

And then…

Yeah, that was definitely a no-go.

Because… did such friends even exist in real life?

As he was thinking about this—

“Horikita Suzune.”

A top-tier beauty sitting behind him introduced herself, but her introduction was extremely brief—just her name.

Hachiman had been trying not to pay attention to her.

Yes.

This class was weird.

While the boys looked rather plain—in fact, other than Hirata Yosuke, who had a refined appearance, most of the boys were average or even sloppy-looking—

The quality of the girls… was unbelievably high.

After the opening ceremony in the gym, all students had been assigned to their classrooms.

20 boys and 20 girls.

It was unclear if this gender ratio was intentional.

But among the 20 girls, at least 10 were stunning.

Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, Sato Maya, Karuizawa Kei, Wang Mei-yu, Matsuhita Chiaki, Hasebe Haruka—

Most of them were the kind of class beauty you would expect to see in other schools.

Yet, they had all gathered in this one class.

And then there was the 100% employment and university acceptance rate—as if it were some kind of advertisement.

Suspicious.

As Hachiman pondered this, his turn for self-introduction finally arrived.

“Alright, next up—”

Hachiman held his breath.

And then—

He began.

“I am Hikigaya Hachiman… from Chiba. My hobbies are—”

“What are you all doing?”

At that moment—

A tall woman with black hair tied in a single ponytail entered through the front door of the classroom.

Her figure was outstanding.

She wore a black women’s suit, with a white shirt underneath, creating a sharp and dignified contrast.

She also wore black stockings—the garter belt type.

With every step she took in high heels, the sound of her heels echoed—click, click, click.

The rhythm was almost mesmerizing.

Her voice was slightly low, but it had an unexpected magnetic charm that made it pleasant to listen to.

For your typical otaku, they would probably be begging to be stepped on by her high heels at this point.

But Hachiman thought—If she wore a maid outfit instead, the contrast would make her incredibly eye-catching.

And just like that—

This woman interrupted Hachiman’s self-introduction.

She then walked up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote down her name—

And introduced herself.