Akira was fully aware—he wasn't the real "Yukinoshita Akira" known by the people of this world. All the mories he carried were nothing more than data transferred by the system.
The "Akira" that existed in the minds of Yukinoshita Yukino, Yukinoshita Haruno, and everyone around them… never truly existed.
But as a forr Transcendent-Class being, Akira had no intention of getting tangled up with soone like Yukino, who clearly had a serious case of sister complex.
Honestly, she wasn't a bad person. She just couldn't accept the idea of Akira holding the title of her "older brother-in-law."
And to soone with her kind of siscon tendencies, that role was basically public enemy number one.
Even if he was stuck in this world now, Akira had once held grand titles across dinsions—Lover of a Goddess, Beloved of a Fallen Angel, Fiancé of the Demon Princess. Gorgeous girls like Yukinoshita Yukino? He'd seen countless.
Sure, Yukino was beautiful. That icy aura, her elegance—it all made her incredibly striking.
But to Akira, it was just another passing view.
Across from him, Yukinoshita Yukino cast a sideways glance. Her expression was subtly confused.
He hadn't spoken a word since they got in the car.
Her mind wandered back to the first ti her parents brought Akira ho. His clothes were worn and faded, clearly over-washed.
An orphan. That's what he was—soone who had grown up through hardship, a life completely different from her own, filled with luxury and comfort.
She'd never liked the idea of him being her sister's fiancé. But even she couldn't deny the respect she held for his quiet pride and resilience.
Despite being adopted—despite being called her sister's fiancé—he never once tried to use the Yukinoshita na to his advantage. He even kept his distance intentionally.
He never begged, never leaned on their influence. He lived on his own terms.
And that... that made Yukino acknowledge him, even if she hated to admit it.
Most people from humble backgrounds, once given even the slightest access to high society, would claw their way up—licking boots, doing anything to stay close to the light.
But this man refused all of it.
The only thing he had taken… was the na Yukinoshita.
Silence filled the air between them as the car rolled along. Neither of them said a word. It wasn't exactly peaceful—but it wasn't uncomfortable either. This kind of quiet had beco the norm.
Click—
The soft grind of tires against pavent signaled that they had arrived. Akira slowly opened his eyes.
He'd spent the whole ride resting, eyes closed.
What he didn't notice… was that Yukino had been looking at him.
And just at that mont, their eyes t.
Crimson irises—sharp, serene, almost glowing.
Yukino froze.
It was the first ti she had seen his eyes so close.
There was sothing in that gaze—calm, unwavering—that made her feel… like bowing her head.
The sensation was fleeting, but undeniable.
Was this truly the sa Yukinoshita Akira?
The orphan adopted into their family? The supposed commoner with no blood ties to their na?
If Akira knew what she was thinking, he wouldn't have been surprised. That kind of difference—the aura he carried, the gravity in his presence—wasn't sothing faked. It ca from experience, from the weight of everything he had lived through.
To Akira, dealing with a slice-of-life school drama like this felt like wandering through a newbie village.
Too easy.
If he ever decided to release his sealed power and reawaken his full potential… taking over this world would be as simple as snapping his fingers.
"We've arrived, Miss Yukino, Young Master," the driver's voice snapped Yukino out of her thoughts.
Akira had already stepped out of the car.
Sōbu High School. Chiba City.
One of the most prestigious schools in the region. Entry exams here were no joke.
Morning rush hour was in full swing. Students gathered in small groups, laughing, chatting, making their way toward the front gate.
The air was filled with youthful energy—the unmistakable vibe of high school life.
For a brief mont, Akira felt sothing stir in his chest. A nostalgic mory... like a flashback to Kuoh Academy.
His forr school had this sa vibrant atmosphere.
Tap—
A pair of elegant shoes touched down. The Ice Princess had arrived.
And instantly, the cheerful chatter of the students around them vanished.
The effect was like a wave of frost had swept through the courtyard.
The presence of the "Snow Queen" was no joke.
"Whoa, look… isn't that Yukinoshita Yukino?"
"Yeah. Man, she's really sothing else…"
"You thinking of confessing to her?"
"Don't even joke, man. That girl's a walking iceberg. Just making eye contact might give frostbite. I'd rather live."
These kinds of conversations were routine.
At Sōbu High, Yukino was a legend.
She wasn't just beautiful—she was elegant, brilliant, and ca from a high-class family. The complete package. A top-tier ojou-sama.
In her first year alone, who knew how many confessions she'd received?
All of them, without exception, were rejected.
And not just rejected—obliterated, torn apart by sharp words and brutally honest rebuttals that left lasting scars.
In just a few months, her reputation had solidified.
A goddess in appearance… but colder than winter's breath.
Ice Queen.
Cold Beauty.
Venom-Tongued Princess.
Those titles stuck to her like frostbite.
Yukino didn't care anymore. Even as a faint crease ford on her brow, she showed no reaction to the whispers around her. She simply walked forward, head high, like a queen walking through her palace.
The students parted before her, instinctively creating space.
No one dared walk too close. They had learned—many the hard way—how cold her presence could be.
Akira watched all of this from behind.
His gaze softened.
The girl with the sharp tongue—who greeted him with venom every morning—was, in reality, completely isolated.
Being admired wasn't the sa as being accepted. She was like a wolf among sheep—feared, alone, and quietly attacked from all directions.
She had no friends. No allies. No one to share the weight with.
If she got hurt… she had no choice but to lick her wounds in the dark, all by herself.
Seeing that, Akira couldn't help but feel that the sarcasm she threw at him this morning… and even the cold glares from the other students… maybe they didn't matter that much.
Sure, maybe he was being a little biased.
But even so, his impression of Yukinoshita Yukino had completely changed.
From now on… she wasn't just a sharp-tongued ojou-sama in his eyes.
She was soone standing alone in a blizzard.
And maybe, just maybe…
He didn't mind walking beside her through the snow.
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