its a story about a blackcel in japan(yuma).
He is in an incel friend group.
He is the only one with hopes of ascending.
yuma and his friends hikaru and sota hate women and yuma faces racism.
I know its long so Put the story in translator and let it read for you
I especially like sota
Rate these characters from the story;
Chapter 1: a nigga named yuma
The day began like most others, with a cold breeze messing up Yuma’s dreadlocks as he walked to school. His uniform was as neat as always, and his expression was calm. But inside, he was already tense. He knew what awaited him: stares, comments, whispers. It had become routine, but he had never really gotten used to it.
Outside the school gates, Hikaru and Sota were waiting, as usual. Hikaru was leaning with his usual cynical expression on a wall, while Sota stood by a vending machine, annoyed as he pressed the button again.
“This machine ate my money again,” Sota grumbled as he noticed Yuma.
“Maybe it doesn’t like your desperate aura,” Hikaru said dryly as he stood up.
“Shut up,” Sota muttered as they made their way toward the school building together.
In the Classroom
The moment Yuma entered the room, all conversation stopped. His classmates’ gazes immediately latched onto him, a quick glance followed by muffled laughter. Yuma ignored it, sitting down at his desk and unpacking his bag. A girl sitting nearby shot him a look he knew all too well—a fleeting glance that, for a split second, made him feel seen before she quickly looked away.
“Yuma, can we work on the math project after school?” Mai, the top student of the class, asked out of nowhere. Her voice was soft, but Yuma knew it was nothing more than politeness.
“Sure,” he replied briefly, turning his attention back to his notebook. Mai had never truly interested him. She was nice, sure, but Yuma knew she only talked to him because she had to, not because she liked him. That was the fate of most girls he interacted with.
“Suren’t you meeting with someone else?” Sota asked from behind, his voice dripping with cynicism. “Maybe someone who actually likes you?”
Yuma turned to look at him. “She’s nice. That’s all.”
Hikaru, sitting next to Yuma, chuckled softly. “Sure, ‘nice.’ And that’s all you’ll ever get.” He leaned forward. “Women are only there to give you the feeling you have a chance, then yank the rug out from under you. But hey, what do I know?” Hikaru considered himself an expert on disappointment, especially when it came to women.
“You’re an idiot,” Yuma replied, sinking back into his seat as the teacher entered the room.
On the Schoolyard
After the first class, the three of them gathered at their usual spot on the schoolyard. They sat under the only tree that provided any shade. It was a quiet place, far from the groups of students hanging out by the sports field, and Yuma was glad not to be the center of attention for once.
“Did you try talking to the girl from the other class again?” Sota asked, holding a cola can in his hand as he leaned against the wall.
“Let’s wait and see,” Hikaru replied dryly. “She won’t want anything to do with him. Just like all the others.”
“I had that feeling again today—like they’re avoiding me because of my skin,” Sota suddenly said. “There’s not a single girl who doesn’t reject me outright.”
“Oh, you’ve said that a hundred times already,” Hikaru shot back. “But what do you know about rejection? You’re still the cute little brother every mother wants for her son.”
Sota blew out a frustrated breath. “You know what the worst part is? When you feel like everyone around you knows what a loser you are. And then you watch them hang out with others, like we don’t even exist.”
“Girls always have other priorities,” Yuma said after a pause. “They pick the nice, popular guy and ignore the rest. But that doesn’t mean we’re any less valuable.”
The words hung heavily in the air as all three of them silently drank their cola. But suddenly, a loud laugh broke their conversation. It was Haruka, the popular and almost untouchable girl from their class. She seemed like she was heading to meet her friends, but stopped abruptly when she saw Yuma.
“Yuma, would you like to help me with a project? You’re good at math, right?”
The moment was so unexpected that Yuma couldn’t find any words. Sota and Hikaru also stared at her in shock. Haruka wasn’t exactly the type of girl who talked to outsiders like them.
“Uh… sure,” Yuma finally replied, though his mind was still trying to process what had just happened.
“Great!” she said with a smile, and Yuma almost forgot, for a moment, how often he had been rejected in the past. But as she turned and walked away, the bitter thought hit him: It was probably just politeness. Once again, his skin color had probably kept him from being considered. But this time, something felt different.
“Don’t get fooled,” Hikaru said quietly. “She’s the kind of girl who talks out of courtesy, but she won’t give you anything.”
“Probably,” Yuma muttered, but something in him wanted to believe in that possibility.
The First Surprise
At the end of the school day, as the students were leaving the building, Yuma stood alone by the door, staring at his phone. Haruka had actually sent him a message. “Sorry we couldn’t sort this out earlier. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll have to cancel.”
Yuma sighed and put his phone back in his pocket. “Typical,” he muttered.
But then he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Sota suddenly stood next to him, a strange, slightly amused look on his face.
“Maybe you should talk to Mio next time,” he said, “you might actually have a shot.”
Yuma turned to look at him. “Mio? Are you crazy?”
“Listen,” Sota said, patting him on the shoulder. “You’re not the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet. But something tells me she’s more interested in you than you think.”
Another mystery in the story of their group. And maybe the first real spark in Yuma’s tangled love life.
He is in an incel friend group.
He is the only one with hopes of ascending.
yuma and his friends hikaru and sota hate women and yuma faces racism.
I know its long so Put the story in translator and let it read for you
I especially like sota
Rate these characters from the story;
Chapter 1: a nigga named yuma
The day began like most others, with a cold breeze messing up Yuma’s dreadlocks as he walked to school. His uniform was as neat as always, and his expression was calm. But inside, he was already tense. He knew what awaited him: stares, comments, whispers. It had become routine, but he had never really gotten used to it.
Outside the school gates, Hikaru and Sota were waiting, as usual. Hikaru was leaning with his usual cynical expression on a wall, while Sota stood by a vending machine, annoyed as he pressed the button again.
“This machine ate my money again,” Sota grumbled as he noticed Yuma.
“Maybe it doesn’t like your desperate aura,” Hikaru said dryly as he stood up.
“Shut up,” Sota muttered as they made their way toward the school building together.
In the Classroom
The moment Yuma entered the room, all conversation stopped. His classmates’ gazes immediately latched onto him, a quick glance followed by muffled laughter. Yuma ignored it, sitting down at his desk and unpacking his bag. A girl sitting nearby shot him a look he knew all too well—a fleeting glance that, for a split second, made him feel seen before she quickly looked away.
“Yuma, can we work on the math project after school?” Mai, the top student of the class, asked out of nowhere. Her voice was soft, but Yuma knew it was nothing more than politeness.
“Sure,” he replied briefly, turning his attention back to his notebook. Mai had never truly interested him. She was nice, sure, but Yuma knew she only talked to him because she had to, not because she liked him. That was the fate of most girls he interacted with.
“Suren’t you meeting with someone else?” Sota asked from behind, his voice dripping with cynicism. “Maybe someone who actually likes you?”
Yuma turned to look at him. “She’s nice. That’s all.”
Hikaru, sitting next to Yuma, chuckled softly. “Sure, ‘nice.’ And that’s all you’ll ever get.” He leaned forward. “Women are only there to give you the feeling you have a chance, then yank the rug out from under you. But hey, what do I know?” Hikaru considered himself an expert on disappointment, especially when it came to women.
“You’re an idiot,” Yuma replied, sinking back into his seat as the teacher entered the room.
On the Schoolyard
After the first class, the three of them gathered at their usual spot on the schoolyard. They sat under the only tree that provided any shade. It was a quiet place, far from the groups of students hanging out by the sports field, and Yuma was glad not to be the center of attention for once.
“Did you try talking to the girl from the other class again?” Sota asked, holding a cola can in his hand as he leaned against the wall.
“Let’s wait and see,” Hikaru replied dryly. “She won’t want anything to do with him. Just like all the others.”
“I had that feeling again today—like they’re avoiding me because of my skin,” Sota suddenly said. “There’s not a single girl who doesn’t reject me outright.”
“Oh, you’ve said that a hundred times already,” Hikaru shot back. “But what do you know about rejection? You’re still the cute little brother every mother wants for her son.”
Sota blew out a frustrated breath. “You know what the worst part is? When you feel like everyone around you knows what a loser you are. And then you watch them hang out with others, like we don’t even exist.”
“Girls always have other priorities,” Yuma said after a pause. “They pick the nice, popular guy and ignore the rest. But that doesn’t mean we’re any less valuable.”
The words hung heavily in the air as all three of them silently drank their cola. But suddenly, a loud laugh broke their conversation. It was Haruka, the popular and almost untouchable girl from their class. She seemed like she was heading to meet her friends, but stopped abruptly when she saw Yuma.
“Yuma, would you like to help me with a project? You’re good at math, right?”
The moment was so unexpected that Yuma couldn’t find any words. Sota and Hikaru also stared at her in shock. Haruka wasn’t exactly the type of girl who talked to outsiders like them.
“Uh… sure,” Yuma finally replied, though his mind was still trying to process what had just happened.
“Great!” she said with a smile, and Yuma almost forgot, for a moment, how often he had been rejected in the past. But as she turned and walked away, the bitter thought hit him: It was probably just politeness. Once again, his skin color had probably kept him from being considered. But this time, something felt different.
“Don’t get fooled,” Hikaru said quietly. “She’s the kind of girl who talks out of courtesy, but she won’t give you anything.”
“Probably,” Yuma muttered, but something in him wanted to believe in that possibility.
The First Surprise
At the end of the school day, as the students were leaving the building, Yuma stood alone by the door, staring at his phone. Haruka had actually sent him a message. “Sorry we couldn’t sort this out earlier. I’ve changed my mind. I’ll have to cancel.”
Yuma sighed and put his phone back in his pocket. “Typical,” he muttered.
But then he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Sota suddenly stood next to him, a strange, slightly amused look on his face.
“Maybe you should talk to Mio next time,” he said, “you might actually have a shot.”
Yuma turned to look at him. “Mio? Are you crazy?”
“Listen,” Sota said, patting him on the shoulder. “You’re not the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet. But something tells me she’s more interested in you than you think.”
Another mystery in the story of their group. And maybe the first real spark in Yuma’s tangled love life.
