Hachiman’s Classroom of Strength’s Supremacy

Chapter 021: Meeting with Sakayanagi Arisu – Hikigaya-kun, You Seem Quite Active!

Hachiman began climbing the stairs from the second floor.

Although all four first-year classes were in the same school building, the A/B and C/D classes were separated by a floor designated for laboratories.

As a result, even after three days since the school year had begun, students from these two groups wouldn’t have much interaction during class hours.

Of course, since all students would be spending three years in the same school, it was possible to run into students from other classes in shared spaces like the cafeteria or library.

However, most encounters were with strangers, and actual conversations were rare.

But not impossible—take Kushida the Little Angel, for example.

Since she claimed she wanted to be friends with everyone, her social reach naturally extended beyond just her own classmates.

And given that Kamuro from Class 1-A had just come to find him in his classroom, it was highly likely that Kushida had known her beforehand.

Which just went to show—Kushida was indeed quite bold.

Her social skills were maxed out.

But as Hachiman passed the staircase connecting the third-floor laboratories to the fourth floor, he suddenly stopped.

He had heard footsteps descending from above.

Standing still, he watched the staircase ahead—until a purple-haired girl came into view.

It was none other than the same girl who had come to find him before class.

Kamuro Masumi.

Her sharp gaze locked onto him immediately, and for a brief moment, she seemed… relieved.

“I’m glad you didn’t run away,” she said.

Then, without another word, she turned around, as if to lead the way.

That caught Hachiman off guard.

…Was she worried he’d run away?

Did she really come to escort him the moment class ended?

Kamuro walked ahead, and Hachiman quickly followed.

Now that they were walking side by side, he noticed that her presence felt a little different from before.

More refined.

She had long purple hair tied into a side ponytail, with two hair clips neatly pinning her bangs.

Her features were well-defined and quite pretty.

She wasn’t on the same level as Horikita Suzune, who was practically an elite-tier beauty, but she was still a rare sight.

However, she didn’t seem to smile often—her usual expression was a stiff, serious one.

She looked like the kind of girl who would glare at you in disgust while flashing her panties.

At the same time…

Hachiman noticed her hands as she raised them slightly.

Her fingers were long and delicate—like those of a painter or perhaps someone who played the piano.

Her legs, however, were long, toned, and powerful—the kind of legs that belonged to someone who exercised regularly. Not a trace of excess fat.

She was probably quite athletic.

“Wait… could this actually be a confession?” Hachiman asked, testing the waters.

But that couldn’t be possible.

In all his years of existence, something like that had never happened before.

Besides, he had long believed that a girl’s kindness was a lie, and he wouldn’t let himself be fooled by them.

“Of course not.” Kamuro shot him down instantly. “I was simply asked to bring you along.”

So, there it was—no need for pretending anymore.

All that “confession” nonsense was just a cover story to complete a mission.

As a Class D student, Hachiman already understood that being assigned to D-class meant the school had given up on him.

But—

He couldn’t help but feel curious.

Students in Class A were supposed to be the elite—the ones who had earned the school’s highest evaluations. They should be proud and confident individuals.

So what was their environment really like?

…Turned out, it was this practical?

The hierarchical gap had already been firmly established.

“So, you already have a master, huh?” Hachiman commented. “Looks like even Class A students have it rough.”

That was his small revenge against Kamuro.

After all, she had caused a huge misunderstanding by making it seem like a confession had happened in his classroom.

He could already picture it—when he went back after lunch, his classmates were definitely going to bombard him with questions.

And those kinds of situations… were what Hachiman was worst at handling.

However—his words seemed to provoke a strong reaction from Kamuro.

Because, depending on how you looked at it, what he said could also mean that she had become someone’s pet.

And that was something she—

“How could that be possible?! I, Kamuro Masumi, am and always will be nothing more than a classmate of that Sakayanagi girl!”

“So don’t go saying anything about masters and dogs!”

“I have never been tamed by her!”

By now, the two of them had reached the stairway leading to the rooftop, and the door to the rooftop was right ahead.

Perhaps because Kamuro’s voice was too loud, a sweet voice called out from the rooftop.

“Alright, Kamuro-san, I know you have a lot of complaints about me, but now isn’t the time to be barking.”

“You idiot, you’re giving away too much information.”

The voice sounded adorably pleasant, but her words were anything but polite.

That was when Kamuro Masumi finally realized what had happened.

“You tricked me!” Kamuro glared at Hachiman.

“…,” Hachiman.

It wasn’t like he intended to trick her—she just overreacted on her own.

From what he had gathered, Kamuro Masumi from Class A was being treated as a subordinate by a student named Sakayanagi—but at the same time, Kamuro refused to acknowledge it.

Yet, she still obeyed orders.

Even if it meant pretending to confess to a total stranger.

And that would have consequences.

Being noticed by classmates, having her reputation affected—she clearly knew all of this, yet still followed orders.

Didn’t that mean Kamuro-san was an M?

Hachiman couldn’t help but think—if Class A’s teacher was anything like Chabashira-sensei, willing to sell student records for money, it would have been nice to dig deeper into her file.

By now, he had already stepped onto the rooftop.

His eyes scanned ahead.

Kamuro hadn’t invited him on her own—this wasn’t her call to make.

Her master was the one who actually wanted to see him.

And that person…

Wasn’t a stranger.

Hachiman had seen her before.

Two days ago, at Keyaki Mall, he had noticed a timid, silver-haired girl, surrounded by adoring classmates like she was the center of the universe.

And now, Sakayanagi was sitting on a bench on the rooftop.

She was undeniably cute.

With silky silver-white hair, fair skin, and adorable features.

Her slender legs were wrapped in pure white stockings.

Thinking back, all sixteen students he saw that day had been wearing school uniforms, meaning they weren’t upperclassmen.

And now, he had confirmed their identities—they were all Class 1-A students.

“Nice to meet you, Hikigaya-kun. I am Sakayanagi Arisu, from Class A.”

Sakayanagi gracefully rose from her seat and gave a polite curtsy.

“A D-class student like you sure is quite active, huh?”