Twisting The Twisted

Chapter 1 - legends arrival

The gentle caress of a spring breeze tickled my face as I waited for the bus to ANHS. Delicate cherry blossoms, like ballerinas in a pink tutu, twirled in the air, painting the scene with ethereal beauty. Finally, the sleek ANHS bus pulled up, its chrome gleaming in the sunlight. This wasn't just any school bus; it was a chariot transporting me to the pinnacle of academic excellence. As I boarded, a thrill shot through me – a programmer finally witnessing his meticulously crafted code come to life.

However, a nagging doubt, persistent as a fly buzzing around my head, wouldn't be swatted away. Was the prestige all it was cracked up to be? Would the initial excitement fizzle out, leaving behind a hollow emptiness? I shoved the thought aside, a frown creasing my brow. No, this was my time to shine. Oreki, the master strategist, would have the most exhilarating school experience ever. I'd exploit the system, Kiyotaka, everything I could. I'd revel in genuine emotions, both positive and negative, a stark contrast to the calculated neutrality of my past life. This was my declaration of independence, a rebellion against conformity.

Suddenly, a voice, laced with youthful idealism, pierced the comfortable silence. "Excuse me, sir, shouldn't you stand up for this old woman over here?"

A feeling of déjà vu washed over me as I looked towards the source of the commotion. A young lady, barely a wisp of a girl, was addressing a towering figure. This man, Hosen by the looks of it, had spiky silver-blonde hair and a physique that could fell an ox. His icy blue eyes scanned the old woman, skepticism etched across his face.

"Depends," he rumbled, his voice a gravelly counterpoint to the chirping birds outside. "Kid bump into her? Maybe a lesson in manners is due. But who knows with strangers, right? Maybe there's more to it."

The young lady persisted, her voice trembling slightly. "But... but it's the priority seat, isn't it? You should help her."

A scoff escaped Hosen's lips. "Priority seat? Kid, this whole bus is first class. Besides, playing by the rules doesn't exactly win you brownie points in this world." He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the plush seat. "Look, the old lady probably wouldn't survive rush hour on the subway, but here? Spoiled brats wouldn't even bat an eyelash."

The woman seemed to shrink in her seat, her gaze downcast. The young lady, clearly disarmed by the cynical reality check, looked ready to argue. But something about the way the woman subtly shook her head gave me pause. Perhaps there was more to this situation than met the eye.

Maintaining my social OAA score was paramount, so I intervened. "Uhm, you can have my seat if you want, miss."

Gratitude filled the young lady's eyes. "Thank you so much, sir! May I know your name?"

"It's alright," I replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "It's Oreki."

We exchanged a few pleasantries before she went on her way. Now, for the real fun to begin.

I approached Hosen, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me. "Excuse me, sir, it looks like we go to the same high school."

"Hosen," he grunted, his gaze flickering with suspicion. "Though, around here, names ain't worth much."

"Hosen, nice to meet you. My name's Oreki. I was wondering which class you got accepted into?" I asked, gesturing towards his uniform.

A smirk played on his lips. "Class D, what about you, Knight in shining armor?"

The last part was clearly meant to be a barb, but I couldn't help but chuckle internally. Maybe a compliment in his own gruff way? While Hosen studied me with narrowed eyes, trying to decipher my motives, I offered him a genuine smile.

"I'm also in Class D. Thanks for the, uh, compliment."

His grip tightened on the seat, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. Before the conversation could delve any deeper, thankfully, the bus lurched to a halt, signaling our arrival at the magnificent ANHS. Stepping off the bus, I took in the sprawling campus bathed in the warm spring sunlight. A sense of anticipation bubbled within me. Just one more day, and the real game would begin.

Author's note: uhmmm, so I am sorry for the small chapter, but I couldn't go above that or the next chapter will be much smaller, I just wanted to divide it properly yk?, thanks for reading. and Have a beautiful day :)