“Good morning!”

Morning greetings were the most basic of basics.

As someone whose previous life was that of a corporate slave, this was a routine so ingrained in my body it practically marked the start of my day.

And normally, the other person would give a dull, emotionless “mornin’…” in return.

That was the corporate world.

But here—

“Goo… goo m… goop…”

“G-Good morninurrsh!!”

“He… he greeted me. A boy greeted me. I love him…”

“Shut up, that greeting was for me.”

“Oh? You wanna fight? Looks like someone has a death wish on only the second day of school.”

“Bring it oooon!!”

…Yeah.

I didn’t even know what to do with that kind of overreaction to a simple greeting.

Still, having girls react exaggeratedly to my every move was… kinda fun.

Reactions like this only lasted in the earliest days anyway.

Might as well enjoy it while I could.

With that little devilish thought, I spoke up.

“Hey, you two, don’t fight. If it’s greetings you want, I’ll give you as many as you want.”

I stepped between the two girls who looked like they were about to grab each other.

“Eh…”

“T-Tachibana-kun…”

The murderous aura from moments ago evaporated instantly, replaced with blushing maiden faces.

“Good morning. It’s a nice morning and you remembered my name too.”

“Good morning. I’d be really happy if everyone could get along.”

I looked each of them in the eyes as I said it.

““Kyuuhhhh…””

Aah.

Crisis diffused.

Even I wasn’t twisted enough to enjoy watching girls get into a catfight over me.

Peace restored. Good job, me.

Some girls were making a fuss—“They’re not breathing, they’re dead!”—but well, the others could take care of them.

“Good morning, Tachibana-kun.”

“Good morning, Tatara-hama-san. Oh, you finally managed to greet me without stuttering.”

“P-please don’t tease me.”

Tatara-hama-san turned bright red and looked away.

“By the way, was Ecchan-sensei’s lecture long yesterday?”

“Yes… but thanks to her, I feel like the class unity has gotten much stronger even on the first day.”

“Haha! Yeah, so strong that on the second day of school they’re already ready to fight first thing in the morning.”

Fights only happened when people had close relationships or strong connections.

In that sense, having done something dumb together and being lectured together was the perfect bonding experience.

My little-devil self-introduction had actually done some good.

“Hey, Minami-chii~ What’s this, are you two in your own lovey-dovey world again?”

“Wahya!? H-Hey, Erina-chan! I told you to stop grabbing my boobs!”

Suddenly, a blonde twin-tail girl appeared behind Tatara-hama-san and lifted her plentiful chest from underneath.

Oh ho…

Even as a man in his thirties at heart, I couldn’t help but stare.

Of course, she was doing great work—this girl was the strategist character for Class 2 in the game.

“But they feel so nice~ Minami-chii’s boobs are the best.”

“St-stop it, Erina-chan. Boys aren’t good with girls who have big breasts, so Tachibana-kun will think badly of me—”

“No, I’m quite pleased.”

“…Eh?”

“Being able to admire girls playing and cuddling with each other’s breasts—literally—that’s nothing but a blessing for the eyes.”

At my pure, sincere words free of any ill intent, both Tatara-hama-san and Erina-chan froze.

Ah. Crap.

The truth slipped out.

“U… sniff…”

W—she’s crying!?

“S-sorry Tatara-hama-san! I said something weird! I must’ve made you uncomfortable, right!?”

Saying something about a girl’s chest without cushioning it—yeah, even in this world, it could very well be socially unacceptable.

In my previous world, something like that would earn me total isolation, disgusted looks from every girl and a dark, empty high school life.

“N-no, that’s not it… I’ve never had anyone speak about my chest so straightforwardly and positively before… I’m just… happy…”

“Good for you, Minami-chii.”

Erina-chan offered Tatara-hama-san a handkerchief and patted her head gently.

A truly beautiful sight between pretty girls.

And thankfully, it seemed she wasn’t crying because she thought I was gross.

Right, I had forgotten—large breasts weren’t considered appealing to boys in this world.

That was why the big-breasted heroine characters fell hardest for the protagonist.

Meaning… Haruhi, the protagonist, liked big breasts, huh?

Cute face, but a man of culture.

Next time, I’d talk boobs with him in a boy’s-only discussion.

“Still, Tachibana-chi, you’re amazing. You’re not only kind to girls, but also kind to big-boobed girls. You’re so openhearted.”

Ah yes. My open heart was well-known.

So openhearted that I didn’t even react to being called Tachibana-chi (teasing honorific) right away, despite this being our first meeting.

“I just stated my preferences honestly, Erina-chan.”

“Eri!? You’re calling me by my first name?”

“Eh? Was your name not Erina?”

Tatara-hama-san had called her that earlier and Erina-chan called me Tachibana-chi so casually, so I figured it was fine.

“N-no… I mean… being called by my first name… even couples barely do that…”

The bright, bold friend-type girl suddenly shriveled up into a shy maiden.

Ah—this one.

She was the type who loved teasing others but crumbled instantly when teased herself.

Let’s test something.

“Well, I didn’t get to hear everyone’s introductions yesterday. I actually don’t know your last name, Erina-chan.”

Yesterday, the chaos from my self-introduction ended the introductions entirely.

“M-my last name is Mito… Mito Erina.”

“But since I already called you Erina-chan, switching to last name now would feel distant.”

“Eh!? Th-that’s… um…”

“Can I keep calling you Erina-chan?”

“…Y-yeah.”

I closed the distance like an aggressive host club veteran.

Erina-chan, overwhelmed, nodded with a beet-red face.

Her initial cool, sharp friend-character persona melted away, leaving only a flustered girl.

In the game, Mito Erina acted as Class 2’s strategist, setting up ruthless tactics during conflict with Class 1.

But even she was helpless before my sweet-boy charm.

Heh. Victory.

“Erina-chan… what are you doing trying to slip in a first-name privilege with Tachibana-kun?”

Before I knew it, Tatara-hama-san—who had been crying moments ago—was now standing beside us with a hollow aura and wide, glaring eyes.

The mood swing was terrifying.

“N-no, it’s not like that, Minami-chii! H-he’s the one who asked me—”

“He? Don’t talk about Tachibana-kun like he’s your boyfriend!”

And thus, the conflict sparked from my greeting showed no signs of settling and Ecchan-sensei was once again angry first thing in the morning when she walked in for homeroom.