The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Did you drink too much last night?"

With his broken nerves listening to the repeated clicking sounds, he turned to look at the crowd taking pictures, then looked down at himself, who was completely naked, and a bad feeling crept into his mind.

Kitahara Iori mechanically turned her head, and sure enough, the tall building of the lecture hall came into view.

"See? This way we definitely won't be late."

The blond, burly man, Juryujiro, gave a thumbs-up and revealed a confident smile.

"Are you guys out of your minds?!"

Hachiman's face darkened. He pretended not to see anything and sneaked away from the back of the crowd, but was spotted by a sharp-eyed senior.

"Hey Hachiman, good morning! Did you enjoy your drink last night?"

Are your eyes that sharp?

Hachiman covered his face with his hands and rushed into the lecture hall.

"What's wrong with him?" Shinji Tokita asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just dizzy from drinking too much," Juryujiro replied.

"I absolutely do not want to have anything to do with you!" Kitahara Iori roared.

……

Why did such a tragedy occur on the very first day of what should have been a wonderful university life filled with hope and youth?

Kitahara Iori propped her head up with her hand, turned her half-naked body to admire the cherry blossom tree, completely ignoring the words not far away: "He's the drunkard who was lying in front of the podium this morning."

Hachiman couldn't help but admire him. To remain unfazed by so many rumors and gossip, he was definitely a freak.

"Look, that person is someone he knows. Wow, he looks so down. No wonder they're freshmen who can get along so well."

I suddenly feel a bit sleepy. It's true that waiting makes people tired.

Without a second thought, Hachiman lay face down on the table, burying his face in his arms.

His reputation was ruined on his very first day of college. What a misfortune.

Hearing this remark that specifically didn't mention him, Kitahara Iori looked at Hachiman, who was sitting not far away in the same row as him.

Come to think of it, I think I saw him and Chisa come into the store together last night.

Where is Chisa? Iori looked around, but didn't see the person she hadn't seen in so long.

"Look, isn't that guy kind of handsome?"

Hmm, has someone finally noticed my handsome looks?

Iori turned around confidently and saw two girls pointing at something and discussing it quietly.

"And that blonde hair, it's so dazzling."

So it wasn't about him after all...

He looked in the direction they were pointing, and at the same time, Hachiman, who had heard this, also looked up, his face showing confusion.

Is there really a Stand with the same attributes as Hayama?

Both of them looked in that direction and saw a handsome young man sitting upright in the leftmost chair in the same row, his right hand gently supporting his head, his every move exuding a melancholy air.

She is indeed very beautiful, but she is the complete opposite of Hayama.

Hachiman sized up the other person, and when his gaze focused on a certain spot, he paused, then turned his head away as if he hadn't seen anything.

Iori glanced at the anime loli on the other person's clothes, smiled easily, and turned her head away.

The handsome young man, noticing their gazes, glanced at them and smiled.

"Never get involved with this kind of person, or you'll be miserable in the future." x3

……

After the teacher finished the orientation for new students, Hachiman got up to leave.

"and many more!"

Tsk, don't call him over at a time like this.

He turned to look at Kitahara Iori, who had a righteous expression. Although his expression was serious, the fact that he was half-naked was so absurd that he couldn't keep his composure.

"Is there something you need, Kitahara-kun?"

"Oh? Chisa told you, didn't she? Since that's the case, we're now acquainted. As a friend, I have a favor to ask."

Isn't this topic jumping a bit too fast? Seriously, can you really become friends just by knowing each other's names? Yukinoshita is crying.

"Could I borrow your clothes?"

Iori placed her hand on his shoulder and said solemnly.

"what?"

He only wore a shirt today.

Are you out of your mind?

Unable to bear it any longer, he finally blurted out his complaints.

"I only have one piece of clothing on me, how can I lend it to you?"

“It’s simple.” Iori’s eyes shone brightly. “Why don’t you just not wear it?”

"You're a pervert, you're definitely a pervert."

The law of conservation of mass, right?

"Sorry, you should go find someone else. If that doesn't work, see those curtains over there? Just tear them off and wear them." Hachiman stretched out his hands, blocking the two of them.

“That would require me to pay a large sum of compensation, and I’m a bit short on cash lately.” Iori rubbed her fingers together, looking rather embarrassed. “As friends, my difficulties are your difficulties, your clothes are my clothes. Helping each other is the best way to maintain friendship.”

"That's not how you use the phrase 'share the good times and the bad'!" Hachiman said helplessly, rummaging in his pocket and pulling out a hairpin. "This is all I have."

"...Where do you want me to clip it? To my nipples? By the way, why do you have a girl's hair clip?" Iori's face darkened, her tone low and heavy. "Don't tell me, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, my sister gave it to me."

Hearing this, Iori suddenly realized and tilted her head to look at him: "A siscon?"

"It's undeniable."

"abnormal."

"Huh?!?!" Hachiman was shocked. This guy actually had the nerve to talk about him like that? Seriously, how did a sister complex become so perverted? This is a Chiba specialty!

He twisted his face and chuckled.

Goodbye, have a nice afternoon.

"Yes, I've decided." Iori smiled brightly. "Take me home."

"Can't you go back by yourself?" Hachiman glanced at him and quietly moved away.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to get back," Iori said, shrugging her shoulders in distress.

“I refuse. I don’t want to go back with a naked man. That would have a bad influence.”

Hachiman refused firmly, not wanting to be invited by the police for unnecessary tea on his second day at university, as he needed to find a place to stay for the night.

"Then lend me something I can wear."

"Didn't I already give you the hair clip?"

"Are you really going to make me clip it to my nipples? The surface area is too small! Besides, there are two of us!!!"

"Don't you still have two hands? One hand to cover your face, and the other hand to cover the other, wouldn't that be just right?"

"...You said it." Iori was greatly shocked. Was there really such a way of solving the problem? "It actually makes a lot of sense."

"So, goodbye."

He turned and left without a second thought.

……

Why, why did this happen?

Squatting beside the potted plants by the pond in the courtyard, Hachiman looked at Iori, who was panting heavily, with twitching eyes, and asked in confusion.

"How did you manage to alert the entire campus security team?"

“After you left, I thought about it carefully. I not only have hands, but also arms. So I covered my face with one hand and my nipples with the other arm as I walked out of the classroom. But because I couldn’t see the road clearly while covering my face, I slipped and fell into the pool, getting the only thing covering me wet. The girls passing by thought I was a pervert and shouted, which attracted the security guards.” Iori’s chest vibrated as she explained.

"You're really something." Even with his good temper, Hachiman couldn't help but want to 'praise' the other person. "Can't you show your eyes?"

"No, what if someone recognizes me because of my handsome eyes?"

He was numb, he was at his wit's end. This person was not only a pervert, but also an idiot.

Is it possible that they recognized you as soon as they saw you were naked?

After all, the incident of three naked men lying in front of the lecture hall on the first day of school had already made it to the homepage of the campus network, with not only detailed text descriptions but also pictures from various angles, in high definition.

"Heh, as expected, good looks can't be hidden."

Hachiman was completely shocked when he heard this. Wow, does this person have such a good mentality?

He stared at the other person's face, incredulous. A confident smile graced his face, even his eyes...

It was pitch black. This person's eyes were pitch black, almost like black holes!

I'd better slip away now; it's none of his business anyway.

If he hadn't been distracted on the way, thinking about where to find an apartment later, how could he have been dragged into the bushes without noticing? He was a professional assassin from the Vatican.

"Wait! You've put me in this terrible state, and you still want to run away alone?"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

Pulling at the back of his clothes, Hachiman's steps became erratic, and he lost his balance. He instinctively grabbed something in front of him and fell to the ground.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" x2

"Huh? You're that anime guy?"

Iori looked at the person who had fallen to the ground with Hachiman. The person had bright blonde hair and an anime-style purple-haired loli on their clothes. Wasn't that the otaku?

"What are you doing?"

The blond man rubbed his head and stood up. Despite being unjustly attacked, he showed no anger, perhaps because he was still dazed from the fall.

"It's complicated to explain, but can you help me anyway?" Iori said.

"Help you? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Hachiman rubbed his head, his eyes looking like a dead fish.

"Lend me some clothes, and if possible, take off your pants too." Iori patted the blond man on the shoulder, her eyes revealing an unprecedented seriousness.

"Huh?" The blond man, realizing what was happening, exclaimed in confusion before slamming a punch into his face. "Pervert!"

Ah, I feel like I've heard this word so many times today that I've almost forgotten how to pronounce it. Hachiman shook his head helplessly. In order to protect himself, he had no choice but to stick his right hand out of the bushes and make a gesture with his hand at an angle that made sure the group of security personnel could see him. Then he pulled down his clothes to expose his shoulder.

"The pervert is over here! Come quick!" Upon seeing the gesture, a security guard shouted and ran over.

Yes, the plan was a success.

Hachiman straightened his clothes, sat quietly, and watched the naked man's terrified expression before crawling away on his stomach.

Keep it up!

After Iori crawled away, he stood up and walked towards the school gate.

"Hachiman, I've been looking for you for so long, so this is where you are."

Is he destined never to leave the campus today?

Hachiman turned around and looked at the muscular man walking towards him, his eyes as blank as a salted fish.

Chapter Nine: Clear Skies and Mental Derangement

On what day will he go blind?

Hachiman looked up at the distant sky, his expression filled with grief and indignation.