Loner Was Ignored By Everyone Until He Has A Harem

Ethan walked toward the group, his steps steady and deliberate as the girl continued yelling back at the four guys surrounding her.

"Like, what part of 'leave me alone' don't you get?!" she shouted, glaring at them with fiery defiance. "Seriously, go crawl back into whatever hole you came from, losers!"

One of the guys smirked and reached out, grabbing her hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that. We're just trying to have some fun."

"Don't touch me, creep!" she snapped, yanking her hand away and slapping him across the face. The sound echoed through the alley.

The guy's expression darkened as he rubbed his cheek. "You're gonna regret that, you little…" he growled, grabbing her wrist again and lifting his hand as if to slap her.

The girl's bravado faltered. She closed her eyes, bracing herself. But the blow never came.

When she opened her eyes, she saw someone standing in front of her, gripping the man's raised arm. It was Ethan. His expression was calm but unyielding.

"What the… where did you come from?!" one of the other guys exclaimed, staring at Ethan in disbelief.

The man whose hand Ethan was holding snarled. "Let go of me, you punk!"

Ethan didn't say a word. He tightened his grip, making the guy wince.

"Hey! Who does this guy think he is?" another thug shouted, stepping forward.

From the back, Emma watched in shock. *Is this really Ethan?* she thought, her mind racing. *He's always so quiet. What is he doing?!*

The man Ethan held swung his free fist, aiming for Ethan's face. But before it could connect, Ethan ducked and headbutted him with enough force to send him crashing to the ground. The guy screamed, clutching his now-broken, bleeding nose.

"Oh my god, my nose! You broke my nose!" he yelled, writhing on the ground. "It's bleeding! I can't feel it! What did you do?!"

One of the other guys stepped back, his eyes wide. "Dude, he broke your nose! Holy crap!"

"Man, that looks bad," another muttered, hesitating. "Are you okay?"

"Does it LOOK like I'm okay?!" the guy on the ground shrieked, blood dripping between his fingers as he clutched his face. "I can't believe this!"

The other three men stood frozen for a moment before one of them shouted, "Get him!"

The remaining three rushed at Ethan, fists raised. Ethan shifted his stance, ready to fight.

As the first guy lunged at him, Ethan sidestepped and slammed his elbow into the back of the guy's head, sending him sprawling. The man groaned, clutching his head.

"What the hell is wrong with this guy?!" he yelled, trying to crawl away.

Another swung wildly at Ethan, who dodged and countered with a quick punch to the stomach, making the guy double over. Ethan followed with a knee to the man's chest, knocking him to the ground.

"I can't breathe!" the man wheezed, clutching his chest as he rolled on the ground.

The third man hesitated, watching his friends writhing in pain. "You… you're insane!" he stammered before charging at Ethan.

Ethan waited for the right moment, sidestepped, and grabbed the man's arm, flipping him over onto the hard pavement.

"AHHH! My arm! I think it's broken!" the guy screamed, tears streaming down his face.

The guy with the broken nose staggered to his feet, rage filling his eyes. "You'll pay for this!" he shouted, charging at Ethan.

Ethan turned and delivered a swift, precise kick to the man's groin. The man's face contorted into a deadpan expression of pure agony as he collapsed to the ground, clutching himself and whimpering.

"My… my everything! You monster!" he gasped, his voice high-pitched and strained.

The alley fell silent except for the groans of the defeated men.

Ethan turned to the girl, his face still calm and unreadable. Without a word, he extended his hand. The girl hesitated for a moment before taking it.

"Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you for saving me."

Ethan nodded once, then turned and started walking away, raising a hand in a casual wave goodbye.

The girl opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but he didn't stop. She watched him go, her expression a mix of admiration and confusion.

Emma finally found her voice and rushed over to the girl. "Are you alright?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," the girl replied, brushing herself off. "I seriously thought I was done for, though."

Emma glanced toward where Ethan had disappeared. "That's my brother," she said. "He's… not usually like this. I have no idea where he learned to fight like that."

The girl laughed nervously. "Well, whatever. He's, like, totally awesome. What's his name?"

"Ethan," Emma said. "And I'm Emma. What about you?"

The girl grinned, flipping her hair dramatically. "Name's Rika. Nice to meet ya. Your brother? Kinda scary. But, like, in a hot way."

Emma made a face. "Ew. Gross. Don't say that."

Rika giggled. "I'm just saying! He totally saved me, though. I owe him big time."

Emma sighed, rubbing her temples. "Yeah, good luck figuring him out. I've been trying for years."

The two of them glanced back at the alley, the defeated thugs still groaning on the ground. Rika smirked. "Well, guess they won't be bothering anyone else for a while."

Emma nodded, still processing everything. "Let's just get to school."

As they started walking, Emma glanced at Rika. "So, what school are you going to?"

"Oh, I'm starting at Ridgeview High today," Rika said with a grin. "Kinda nervous, though."

Emma stopped in her tracks. "Wait. You're going to Ridgeview? That's where we go!"

Rika's eyes lit up. "For real? That's awesome! Is Ethan going there too?"

Emma nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, he's a sophomore like me."

Rika laughed. "Looks like I've got someone to keep me safe, then. This day's looking up already."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. He's not exactly a people person."

Rika just smiled. "I'll take my chances."

Ethan walked toward the school building, his steps slow but steady. Around him, the air buzzed with excitement as students filled the sidewalks, their chatter and laughter unmistakable signs of the first day of high school.

"I can't believe we're finally here!" a girl exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement. "High school is going to be amazing!"

"Yeah, but have you seen the class schedules?" her friend replied. "It's going to be so much work!"

Nearby, a group of guys were already talking about sports tryouts. "Coach said he's looking for new players for varsity this year," one of them said. "This is our chance to shine!"

"I'm just hoping the cafeteria food isn't as bad as everyone says," another joked, earning a round of laughter.

Ethan listened quietly, keeping to himself as he navigated through the crowd. The energy around him was contagious, but he still felt like an outsider looking in. Students greeted old friends, exchanged summer stories, and excitedly speculated about their new classes.

"Did you hear there's a new science teacher?" a boy said as he passed by. "Apparently, she's super strict."

"Well, at least we don't have Mr. Benson for PE," his friend replied. "I heard he makes freshmen run laps for fun."

Ethan reached the school's front steps and paused, pulling out his schedule. The paper crinkled in his hands as he unfolded it and scanned the list of classes:

1. **English** – Mr. Reynolds

2. **Biology** – Ms. Carter

3. **Physical Education** – Coach Benson

4. **World History** – Mrs. Patel

5. **Algebra II** – Mr. Miller

"English first," he muttered under his breath. "Mr. Reynolds."

He stuffed the schedule back into his pocket and stepped into the bustling hallway. Inside, the noise was almost overwhelming. Lockers slammed, shoes squeaked against the polished floors, and voices overlapped in an endless stream of conversation.

"Do you think we'll have a lot of homework today?" a girl asked, her arms full of brand-new notebooks.

"It's the first day," her friend reassured her. "They'll probably just go over the rules."

"I'm already lost," someone said, staring at their schedule. "Where the heck is room 205?"

Ethan walked past them, glancing at the room numbers on the doors until he found his first-period class: English with Mr. Reynolds. He stopped outside the door, reading the nameplate.

"Here we go," he muttered. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside.

The classroom was filled with students settling into their seats, talking and laughing. "Do you think we'll have to write an essay today?" one boy asked, his tone half-joking.

"Probably! It's high school now," a girl replied, rolling her eyes.

Ethan found an empty desk near the back of the room and sat down, keeping his head low. As more students filtered in, the noise level grew, and Ethan let the chaos wash over him. The first day of high school had officially begun.

Ethan sat at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, his body slouched, his gaze fixed on the window. Around him, the classroom buzzed with chatter, every student animated as they shared their excitement about the first day of high school.

"I can't believe we're finally here," a boy near the front said to his friend. "High school feels so different already!"

"I know, right?" his friend replied. "I just hope the teachers aren't too strict. Did you hear about Mr. Reynolds? They say he makes you write essays every week!"

"Essays? Ugh," a girl groaned from another desk. "I barely survived middle school English. This is going to be the worst."

"Not me," her friend said with a smirk. "I'm aiming for straight A's this year. High school is my chance to shine."

"Good luck with that," someone teased from the back. "High school's about surviving, not shining."

Ethan tuned them all out, staring out the window as if the outside world could somehow take him away from the chaos. But their voices kept creeping into his thoughts.

"Do you think they'll let us pick our seats in every class?" a boy asked.

"No way. Most teachers have assigned seating. They want to ruin our fun right from the start," a girl replied, rolling her eyes.

"What about lunch?" another student chimed in. "I heard the cafeteria food here is actually decent."

"Who cares about the food? I'm just trying to figure out where I'm going to sit. There's no way I'm eating alone."

Ethan sighed quietly. *Why does everyone seem so excited? It's just school.* He rested his chin on his hand, trying to block out the noise, but the energy in the room was impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, a commotion near the door drew everyone's attention. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the class as two students entered: Emma, Ethan's twin sister, and the girl he had saved the day before.

"Whoa, who's that?" a boy whispered, leaning over to his friend.

"She's gorgeous," another replied. "Is she new?"

"I bet she's a transfer student. No way someone like her went to our middle school," a girl said, glancing toward the front.

Ethan froze, his eyes darting toward the door. *No way. What is she doing here?* His heart pounded as Emma and the girl stood at the front of the classroom, talking to each other and looking for seats.

"So, this is your class?" the girl said, her voice bright and cheerful. "It's cute. I think I'm going to like it here."

Emma laughed. "Yeah, it's not bad. Everyone's pretty nice… mostly." She scanned the room, her eyes landing on the empty seats near Ethan.

"Ooh, that one by the window looks perfect!" the girl exclaimed, pointing. "Let's sit there!"

"Oh my god, she's sitting near me," a boy whispered, clearly flustered. "Should I say something?"

"Don't make it weird," his friend hissed. "Just act normal."

Ethan's grip on his pencil tightened as he lowered his head, trying to make himself invisible. *Of course. Just my luck,* he thought bitterly. *Why does this always happen to me?*

The girl and Emma made their way toward the back, drawing more whispers as they passed.

"Isn't that Emma Park?" someone said. "She's a sophomore, right? Why is she with a freshman?"

"I don't know, but they're both so pretty. It's not fair," another girl replied.

Ethan could feel the weight of their presence as they sat down, Emma taking the seat to his right while the other girl sat directly in front of him. He stared at his notebook, pretending to be engrossed in whatever he had written, but his mind was racing.

Rika, the girl from the alley, turned around and froze when her eyes met Ethan's. "Oh my god," she said, her voice filled with surprise. "It's you! You're the guy from this morning—you saved me!"

Ethan didn't respond, only giving her a small, reluctant nod. His silence didn't seem to faze Rika, who smiled brightly.

"I can't believe we're in the same class! This is, like, fate or something. Don't you think?" she said, leaning slightly toward him.

Ethan nodded again, keeping his eyes down, hoping the conversation would end there.

Before Rika could say more, Emma leaned over, clearly amused by the interaction. "Ethan, you're such a hero," she teased with a smirk. "First day of school, and you've already got someone singing your praises."

Ethan shot her an annoyed look but said nothing. Emma laughed at his reaction. "What? I'm just saying, maybe you're not as invisible as you think you are."

Rika giggled at their exchange. "You two are twins, right? I can totally see it now. You have the same annoyed expression."

Ethan groaned inwardly, pinching the bridge of his nose. *This is going to be a long day.*