Losers, Homework, and a Goddess in Distress?!

Alright, let's get one thing straight—I, Ryo Kisaragi, am not the protagonist of a shounen anime. I'm not the secret heir to some powerful clan, I don't have some hidden god-tier ability, and I sure as hell don't have an army of girls throwing themselves at me. Nope. I'm just your average, skinny nerd with small glasses, short black hair, and a reputation so low that even background characters get more screen time than me.

In other words, I'm a loser.

But hey, at least I have my imagination.

Speaking of imagination… let's talk about Yuki Hayasaka. Ah, Yuki… the golden-haired, blue-eyed goddess of our school. The kind of girl who makes even anime waifus feel insecure. She's got an hourglass figure so perfect that even Photoshop developers would quit their jobs in despair. And to top it all off, there's that cute little mole under her left eye, like some kind of divine finishing touch.

Too bad she's way out of my league.

"Ryo Kisaragi!"

A sudden voice snapped me out of my daydream. I blinked and found myself face-to-face with none other than Yuki Hayasaka herself.

She looked at me, arms crossed, an impatient frown on her perfect face. "Did you finish your homework this time?"

Ah, crap.

"Uh… well, you see, I was going to do it but then… uh…" I scratched the back of my head, scrambling for an excuse. "Aliens invaded my house?"

She sighed like a mother exhausted with her useless son. "Unbelievable. You never change, do you?"

I tried to laugh it off, but she grabbed me by the collar. "That's it. You're coming with me to Fujimoto-sensei."

Before I could protest, she dragged me through the hallway like a mom pulling her disobedient kid out of a toy store.

And then, there she was—Nao Fujimoto-sensei, our science teacher. She was in her usual hot-as-hell outfit that somehow passed as school-appropriate. Long, curly purple hair, black eyes sharp enough to pierce through steel, and curves that could put Hollywood actresses to shame.

She crossed her arms under her… uh, well, you know. "Ryo. Again?"

I gulped. "Hehe… Sorry, sensei?"

"Do your homework on time, or I'll make you clean the science lab for a month."

I nodded furiously, pretending to take her words seriously. But let's be honest, I was too busy staring to actually listen. Not my fault, okay?! When someone looks like they stepped out of a fanservice anime, it's kind of hard to focus!

After a long lecture (which I may or may not have ignored), I finally escaped the school, only to get cornered by the last people I wanted to see—the three biggest assholes in the school.

"Oi, look who we got here, boys!" said Takeshi, the leader of the dumbass trio.

"Skinny nerd with a death wish," said Daiki, his equally dumb sidekick.

"Bet he cries himself to sleep every night," added Ryuji, who had a brain capacity slightly higher than a potato.

"L-look, guys, I don't want any trouble," I said, trying to back away.

"Too bad, 'cause trouble wants you!" Takeshi laughed before landing a solid punch to my gut.

And that's how my evening turned into a punching bag simulator.

By the time they were done, I was lying on the ground, bruised and beaten, as the streetlights flickered on. I groaned, trying to get up, when I heard one of them speak.

"Oi… is that a chick over there?"

I turned my head and—holy crap.

A girl was lying on the ground, unconscious and wounded. Her long silver hair shimmered under the moonlight, her skin was flawless, and her features looked like they were sculpted by the gods themselves.

The bullies exchanged glances. "Dude, this is our lucky night."

My stomach twisted. I might be a loser, but even I wasn't low enough to let these idiots take advantage of an unconscious girl.

I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

Takeshi scoffed. "The hell did you say?"

I clenched my fists. "I said, leave her alone!"

They laughed. "Oh, you're a funny guy, nerd."

And then they beat the crap out of me. Again.

But hey, at least it worked. The bullies got bored and left, grumbling about how I "ruined the mood."

I lay there, bleeding, when I heard a weak voice. "You… saved me?"

I turned my head, and the silver-haired beauty was awake. Her golden eyes locked onto mine, glowing softly in the night.

"H-Hey, you okay?" I managed to say, barely keeping my consciousness.

She slowly sat up, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Human, I require your assistance."

"H-Huh?"

She placed a delicate hand on my chest, her expression serious. "I am a goddess. And I need your help."

…Excuse me, what?