My name is Taki Takishima. 16 years old. Entering in the second year of senior high school in Kamigaoka Academy. I am having the time of my life so far: I had real good friends, I’m an ace defender in football, and I have a wonderful girlfriend!
"You are awesome, Taki-kun!"
Recently, I have attained the top spot in our class’s midterms. I worked hard, studied all day and all night, restlessly, without breath— you get the idea. And wouldn’t you know it I have been selected as coach for a youth charity event in Kamigaoka!
This is great!
Life is great!
Youth is great!
Uhh no. No, no, no.
Nuh-uh. Zilch, zip, nada.
This so called life is great that they say?
Now, that takes the cake of total bullshit among all disasters.
Let me re-introduce myself.
My name is Taki Takishima. I am 16 years old, and my youth is a disaster. I don’t have any friends. I never try out in any sports because you’ll bet your ass I’ll suck at it.
I don’t have a girlfriend because people are scared of being around me, and this youth is great bullshit that they say come from the teachers who just want a good reputation in Kamigaoka Academy.
In fact, Taki Takishima being a student of this academy is irony incarnate.*
Honestly I don’t blame them, they probably miss their youth or so, but considering what I’ve been through: life is not great. Might I even add that life isn’t all sunshines and rainbows. The proof is within the theories of my existence.
*Author’s Note: The first kanji in Kamigaoka (上) is also the first kanji for jouzu (上)