Chapter 17 - CHOOL? (2/2)

Nighteye who was seated behind his office table simply lifted his glasses before saying,

”I know how large your current knowledge is. Frankly, right now, even university students might not know more than you in some specific subjects.”

Kuroha nodded. It was true. He didn't have an eidetic memory but his memory was very close to it. If you added the numerous books he had read over the course of three years, it was normal that his theoretical knowledge already surpassed what could be taught to people his age.

Nighteye continued

”Since you're already so good. It means that the standard of the school itself doesn't matter much. What more you'll graduate from U.A, so, people will never care about what kind of Middle school you went to.”

Bubbles Girl decided to continue

”The goal isn't for you to study but to make friends. The true best middle school are extremely xenophobic while the worst one are no-go. So we choose one of the best ones in the pack in the middle.”

A weird but clear and sound reasoning. That one of the reasons why he liked them so much.

The few minutes that followed were simply for allowing him to understand the regulations. Finally, Bubbles Girl smiled and get up from her seat before asking Kuroha to follow her somewhere.

”I have a surprise for you!!!”

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He felt like he was in hell. Otherwise, how could it be possible?

”Kyaaa!!! So cute!!!!! ”x 3

Kuroha never felt such a humiliation since the day he was freed from the laboratory. He was tricked once again, he should have fled when he saw their destination.

The one who was screaming right now was Bubbles Girl, alongside the tailor and his assistant. By the way, the tailor was a man.

They were in a tailor shop in order to take the shirt from she had already asked for after secretly taking his measurements.

Right now, he felt like murdering someone.

”I. Am. Not. Cute. Damn it!!!!”

In the night streets, he was feared as the reaper in the underworld. His second identity, once mentioned, could make even child stop crying. Criminals would shit themselves when seeing him. So why was he posing in front of a mirror like some doll?

A growing headache made him pinch his brows. Today wasn't his day. He really should have never accepted to go to this school. Still, he had to accept that the uniform was pretty cool on him. The fact that it was entirely black helped.

It was a gakuran. The uniforms for many middle-schooler in Japan. The color was normally black, but some schools use navy blue. Thankfully this one was black.

The top had a standing collar buttoning down from top-to-bottom. Buttons were decorated with the school emblem to show respect to the school. The Pants were straight leg and a black or dark-colored belt is worn with them.

Some schools may require the students to wear collar-pins representing the school and/or class rank. This school didn't request it but the tailor still decided to add it.

This uniform added to his already handsome looks was like a killer move for any girl. What more, since he worked out regularly, he filled out nicely the uniform.

Sadly, because of his age, no matter how handsome he was, what would be cool for girl his age looked extremely cute for mature women, and some men.

Finally, the tailor couldn't hold himself back. He took a card and gave it to Kuroha.

”I am Albertino Rodriguez. I am the director of a model agency. Would you like to work with me?”

Even though Kuroha thought that this man was weird, he didn't really care. He was on the verge of refusing when Bubbles Girl took the card and pocketed it.

”Kuroha is still too young. I will show it to his father and wait for the decision.”

Her smile was pretty professional. Kuroha didn't insist. He already knew what Nighteye decision would be. In his heart, he felt a great deal of guilt toward Nighteye, that why he would generally carter to his wish.

It also helped that Nighteye wishes were always for Kuroha good.

After another session of changing and adjusting, a smiling Bubbles Girl and a tired Kuroha left the shop, while a happy Albertino waved them goodbye.

Today was really a tiring day.