A week had passed since Kiryuu's passionate confession, and Rin had enjoyed every moment of it. The days in the DXD world were filled with pleasant routines, punctuated by delightful encounters. It was a familiar pattern, one that mirrored his recent time in the Tensura world. There, Shion, Shuna, and even Rimuru herself had grown increasingly aggressive in their affections, forming an unspoken pact to collectively challenge Rin's seemingly endless stamina in bed. A full week of continuous lovemaking, yet despite their combined efforts, they couldn't quite exhaust him. Not that they minded, of course. Rin, with his system's subtle influence, ensured their minds remained intact, preventing them from dissolving into a purely carnal existence focused solely on sex and him. He watched over them even in the throes of passion, ensuring their well-being. If they truly wanted to defeat him in bed, Rin mused, perhaps a hundred of them might do the trick, though he knew it was an exaggeration, a playful thought.
Having returned to the DXD world, a new idea sparked in Rin's mind. He remembered the 'Random World' option in his system. He was grateful for his current life, for the power and the women who adored him, but a certain repetition had begun to set in. He craved novelty, new experiences, new people. Tonight, he would embark on a new adventure.
Lying in his bed, the familiar system interface glowing faintly in the darkness, Rin selected the 'Random' world. His eyes closed, the world seemed to darken for a moment, and when they opened again, he found himself in a classroom.
The sterile whiteboards, the rows of identical desks, the murmur of student chatter—it was undoubtedly a public high school. It felt like the first day, a fresh start. As memories flowed into his mind, memories of this Rin Takakura, he realized he was attending North High School. This Rin was an orphan, his parents deceased, leaving him with a modest inheritance: a normal house and enough money in the bank to see him through his studies. A perfectly ordinary life, for a perfectly ordinary high school student.
He gathered his thoughts. The class was already in the middle of self-introductions, and it seemed it was his turn. All eyes were on him. He stood, his movements fluid and confident. "Hello," he began, his voice calm and clear, "my name is Rin Takakura." As always, his innate charm worked its magic. A ripple of whispers spread through the girls in the room, their eyes sparkling with interest.
The introductions continued after his turn, and Rin's mind began to race. What anime world had he landed in? The only clue was the name of the high school itself: North High School. But that was too generic, a name that could belong to countless fictional institutions. He had a week to explore, to slowly unravel the mystery of this new world. He planned to enjoy the process.
At that very moment, from a desk behind him, a girl's voice cut through the mundane classroom chatter, commanding everyone's attention. Rin hadn't even looked back, but her words made him turn, surprised, his eyes widening.
"I'm Haruhi Suzumiya, from East Junior High. First off, I'm not interested in ordinary people. But, if any of you are aliens, time-travelers, or espers, please come see me. That is all!"
Rin's mind reeled. The pieces clicked into place with startling clarity. North High School. Haruhi Suzumiya. He knew this world. A surprised, almost disbelieving whisper escaped his lips, a title uttered only in his mind: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
Lunch break. Rin decided to eat alone, seeking the solitude of the rooftop. It was an open area, true, but few students ventured up here. The distance from the bustling cafeteria, the time it consumed—it simply wasn't practical for most. But for Rin, it was perfect.
He unpacked his bento, a simple, yet delicious meal he had prepared himself. It was good, but the food wasn't the reason he was here. He was here to think.
First, the crucial question: should he get close to the characters of this world? He knew the answer was probably no. This was that anime, the one where even the slightest ripple could cause catastrophic consequences, where altering the established flow of events could literally dismantle the fabric of time and space. It involved not just time travel, but magic, and imagination—Haruhi's imagination, to be precise. He briefly wondered why he hadn't landed in a world like Fate, where destiny was a more tangible, manipulable force, but then dismissed the thought. Perhaps destiny was blocking him from such worlds.
Rin decided to give himself a week. A week to observe, to understand the rhythm of this new existence before making any firm decisions. He might be a harem seeker, a man who relished in charming women and bringing them into his fold. But getting the attention of Haruhi Suzumiya, truly capturing her interest… that was a disaster waiting to happen. He remembered vividly the tribulations and absurdities that Kyon, the protagonist, had to endure in the series and he does not want to be in that situation, despite the fact that he is now a superhuman.