Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies Chapter 509 495: A Walking Final Boss?

"Do you want to strike up a conversation? Want his Line?"

"We just t, that's too forward!"

"Hey, with a handso guy like this, you need quick hands or you'll regret it later!"

"Kushida-san, what do you think?"

Soft whispers spread through the room.

The girls were clearly excited about the beautiful boy who had suddenly appeared in their class.

The boys, however, were far less enthusiastic.

Boys in high school inevitably feel a little jealous. They want to look cool in front of the girls, of course.

And on top of that—

Haruto wasn't even wearing the school uniform.

He stood out too much from everyone else in the class.

That alone beca an excuse for the boys to reject him. Sothing they could latch onto and claim he was "acting special."

Haruto didn't explain anything.

He simply scanned the classroom, found an empty seat in the last row, and sat down.

The classroom atmosphere slowly beca lively again.

Even though it was only the beginning of school and classes hadn't even started, students already had a sense of who was who.

Among the girls, Kushida Kikyo was clearly the center.

Her social skills were top-tier, and her appearance easily drew attention. Becoming the focal point of the classroom was natural for her.

Other than her, Karuizawa Kei—dressed in a gyaru-girl style—also had her own following.

In Japan, gyaru traits alone have gravity. Those who liked that type or shared it would naturally gravitate toward her.

As for the boys, the center was unmistakably Hirata Yosuke.

He gave off the vibe of a knowledgeable, friendly "good guy." The type who tries to maintain harmony.

The rest were… basically bland.

At least socially, their levels were obvious at a glance.

Before long, soone approached Haruto.

"Hello, my na is Hirata Yosuke. Since we'll be classmates from now on, please take care of ."

Hirata extended his hand.

"Hello, Hirata-san. I'm Takamine Haruto," Haruto replied, shaking it.

"Haruto… are you perhaps an international student?"

Hirata then continued kindly,

"Actually, do you need a uniform? I have a brand new spare one in my bag. I heard the rules here are strict, so if you don't mind, I can get it for you."

What he said was warm and thoughtful.

He didn't ask why Haruto wasn't wearing a uniform.

He didn't pry or judge—just offered help.

Usually, even if soone refuses, they'd still develop a good impression of Hirata.

That's why so many boys gather around him.

It's not without reason.

But Haruto shook his head.

"Thank you, Hirata-san, but I don't need to wear the school uniform."

Hirata paused for a split second before replying with a smile, "I see. Well, if you need anything, co to anyti. Helping each other is important."

After saying that, Hirata turned away.

The mont he turned his face, however, his brows furrowed.

Haruto's statent was very difficult to interpret.

A Privileged student?

Acting unique by refusing to wear the uniform?

That was the kind of thing only middle school kids do.

Hirata was a peace-seeking "good guy." Naturally, soone who breaks rules for no reason doesn't give a good impression.

Once Hirata left—another person walked over.

Kushida Kikyo.

Her short, brown shoulder-length hair and bright pink eyes made her look energetic and approachable.

And her uniform stretched tightly across her chest—definitely around 36D.

Her first impression was "big-breasted airhead," the type people wouldn't guard against.

But the fact that she still dared approach after being warned away by her friends…

It showed she had guts.

"Haruto-kun, right? Can I call you Haruto?"

Kushida started with an easy topic she knew he'd respond to.

"Just Haruto is fine, Kushida-san."

Haruto replied with a polite smile.

His calm attitude made sothing flicker in Kushida's eyes—sothing dark, hidden.

"Eh? Haruto actually knows ?" she asked, covering her mouth in playful surprise.

"Well, I know everyone in the class," Haruto said lightly.

It was true.

As the assistant instructor assigned to this school, he had read every student's file. Even if he ca mostly to "watch the show," he still did the required work.

That was Haruto's style.

Hearing that, Kushida froze.

Her heart tightened.

She suddenly wondered if this guy… knew her dark past.

If he did… she would do anything to force him to drop out of school.

One way or another, he would disappear.

"Wanna exchange Line? Haruto~!" Kushida said cheerfully, raising her phone.

Haruto nodded and exchanged Line with her.

Her intentions were easy to read.

But it didn't matter.

Haruto wasn't even a student.

After exchanging Line, Kushida hurried back toward the girls.

The mont they realized she had successfully exchanged contacts, every girl's eyes lit up. Kushida casually humored their questions while frantically thinking up counterasures.

anwhile, more Class D students arrived.

Then a girl and a boy walked in.

When Kushida saw the girl, sothing dark flickered again in her eyes.

Another target had appeared.

Haruto looked at them with amused interest.

The protagonists had finally arrived.

Feeling his gaze, both turned to look at him.

Horikita Suzune frowned.

Haruto's playful eyes made her feel oddly uneasy.

As for Ayanokouji Kiyotaka—the instant he saw Haruto, his entire body stiffened.

Those dead-fish eyes he always had—were no longer dead.

He knew Haruto.

At least, he had read Haruto's background.

The controller of the Momobami Zaibatsu.

A young man who could reshape the nation's structure with a single decision.

A walking full-level boss.

And Ayanokouji—fresh out of White Room, a Level-1 noob—had walked directly into the sa class.

He forcibly cald himself.

After a brief stiffness, he returned to his usual salty expression and looked away as if nothing happened.

Originally, he planned to greet Horikita and attempt "normal high school social life."

Now?

Ayanokouji imdiately dropped that idea.

Now he only had one thought:

Why is soone like him… here?

Not long after, Sae Chabashira—the horoom teacher of Class D—entered the classroom.

The class fell silent instantly.

Her gaze swept across the seats…

Then stopped at Haruto in the back row.

A giant question mark practically ford above her head.