No, it is not

Despite the chaos of a few days ago, peace eventually returned to your daily life, and you would have it no other way.

It was a pleasant morning, and you were on your way to school when you were accosted by a heavy weight that momentarily dragged you down before you regained your bearings.

"Yahoo! How're ya?"

"Kaho-chan," You greeted back, "I see you're as lively as ever."

Miyasaki Kaho was the school's top athlete and a highly active extrovert and social butterfly, and a curvaceous woman. Her legs and arms were chiselled from countless hours of exercise, but never seemed to detract from her feminine beauty, instead enhancing it to greater heights. Her shoulder-length black hair shone like silk and her cobalt blue eyes reflected a keen mind and youthful vigour.

"And you're as composed and stiff as ever, Torae-chan," Kaho countered, "Speaking of which, you seem a little tired; something happen yesterday?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," You waved off.

"Come on, man, you know how she's like; once she wants to talk about something, she latches on like glue."

Tamura Heiji was Club President of the Drama Club, who often staged plays for entertainment at the multi-purpose hall. As a veteran in acting - adopting all denominations of masks and fake expressions - he was well-versed in reading the emotions of others, a skill that served him well in conversation with others. His spiky black hair was accentuated by his amber eyes, his keen eyes belying his sharp perception, his body average in size and stature.

"Ugh, tell me about it," You relented, seeing the familiar sparkle in Kaho's eyes, "Alright, there was this numbskull a few days ago at my house who barged in for no reason. Said he had a problem with our new housekeeper and almost started a fight."

"Eh, a numbskull? Didn't think I'd hear you use that word to describe someone," Kaho commented, "Doesn't sound nice of you."

"Oh, believe me, he was such a total idiot I just couldn't stand any minute longer in his presence," You put forth, "Anyway, I just hope that's the last I see of him."

"You never know; don't mean to say this, but you have really terrible luck," Heiji added.

"Surely Kami-sama can give me a break or something, right?" You suggested.

"Alright, class is in session."

Arima Chitose was the new Homeroom Teacher for your class, since the previous one had to retire due to health concerns. A kind, gentle and compassionate woman, she gave the impression of passivity, that she would never seek to escalate a conflict or get involved. Tall, curvaceous and voluptuous, she wore a black wool sweater and a long beige skirt, her long auburn hair combed neatly and her amber eyes shining through her round-framed spectacles.

If she were a student, many boys would instantly be all over her, seeking to flirt and obtain her number. Still, beauty was a potent weapon, and at her beckoning the entire class took their seats.

"Konnichiwa, minna-san," Arima greeted, "Today we have a transfer student from abroad, come to study at our school! Please welcome him!"

The moment the transfer student stepped into the classroom, everyone gasped at his appearance; taller than many, impossibly beautiful with silky smooth skin and hair, and an otherworldly grace few could hope to replicate.

The moment you saw him, however, you knew Gohanyama High was in for some very troubling times.

Fuck me...