Gotoubun no Hanayome is the creation and intellectual property of Haruba Negi and Kodansha.
Five, Four, Three, Two, One!
Episode One: Being Poor Sucks.
Three Amigos.
"I have excellent news!" Uraraka Ochako said, punching the air. "They accepted me in UA!"
"Really? That's excellent, Ochako-chan!" Yuiga Nariyuki smiled.
"Mmmmm," Uesugi Fuutarou said, non committally, just sipping the miso soup from his meat menu with no meat. Every day, they'd order three meat menus at the cafeteria, and two of them would be asked to be left with no meat. Tuesdays and Fridays, Nariyuki would get the one with meat. Since she was a girl, Ochako would get the one with meat in Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Since Nariyuki was too skinny, Fuutarou had declined on having a meat day for himself.
Ochako casually sliced a piece of her meat and put it in Fuutarou's plate, like she did every other day she got protein. Just like always, Fuutarou put it back in her plate. Just like always, Ochako made it levitate back onto his plate.
"I met the cutest, kindest guy during the tests, too!" the brown haired girl narrated while Fuutarou sighed and relented, eating the meat in silence. "He could use some combing, but he saved me during the entrance tests, and he has the most adorable freckles all over his face, and-"
Itsuki la Gordis.
"S-Sorry, but I've gotta leave," Nariyuki laughed nervously. "I have to understand Furuhashi-san and Ogata-san if I want to help them, so I'm having lunch with them..."
Fuutarou nodded. "Okay."
So there he sat now, all alone, trying to take his time to savor every bite from a meat menu with no meat whatsoever at all in the slightest, or he'd have called it like that if the mere idea wouldn't offend his proper language sensibilities.
A girl sat opposite him, where Ochako usually sat before transferring. She had long pink hair and a nice figure, but Fuutarou barely registered anything about her besides that, being too busy quietly trying to keep the flavor in his mouth.
"I was asking if this seat is taken," he finally heard the girl saying, in a somewhat stilted tone.
He shrugged, still not really looking at her. "It is now, since you just sat on it without asking first."
The girl glared at him in silence. "I can leave right now, if that bothers you so much," she said eventually.
He shrugged his shoulders. "It makes no real difference."
After another moment of unpleased staring, the girl set her lunch on the table. Finally, the black haired boy showed some emotion in the form of a subtle gasp.
Udon: 250 yen.
Two scampi: 300 yen.
Scrambled squid and chicken: 100 yen.
Battered sweet potatoes: 100 yen.
Jumbo custard cup (Dessert): 180 yen.
Fuutarou then looked at what remained of his lunch.
Meat menu with no meat (Miso, rice and vegetables): 200 yen.
The girl blinked at his expression. "Are you feeling okay?"
Fuutarou nodded in silence.
"And.. what is your name?" she asked awkwardly, to break the ice. Mine's Nakano Itsuki, I'm new here..."
"Jean Jacques Rousseau," the oblivious Fuitarou said, reminiscing.
"Funny, you don't look French," the girl said, starting to stuff her mouth avidly right before him.
Quand le peuple n'aura plus rien à manger, il mangera le riche.
All Japanese Men are Lolicon- Illyasviel von Einzbern, Probably.
His sister called him after lunch. Not after lunch break; he had wandered off to study on his own after finishing eating but before the bell rang for the return to classes.
"Oniichan?" she said. "Dad says a guy he's working for offered you a job!"
A job!
"Doing what?" Fuutarou asked.
"Tutoring his daughter!"
"How old is she?"
"Around your age, I think..."
Oh, a chance to spare Raiha from a life of selling her body in the streets! Good, good!
"That sounds... adequate," he said, trying to fake indifference. "We'll talk it out as soon as I'm home, okay?"
"Okay...! Thank you, Oniichan...!" the adorable child said happily, and hung the phone.
Only then her smile dropped and she spoke to herself in a jaded tone much more fitting an older woman. "Oh, thank goodness, maybe I won't have to sell my body in the streets after all."
Her stomach growled.
Class Warfare.
"It's a guy named Nakano," their father had shrugged it off during the meager dinner. "Medic, with a lot of money. He has five daughters and none of them are doing well at studies, but nothing is concrete yet..."
Well, that had been vague, but if nothing had been settled yet, Fuutarou couldn't blame him.
And then, sure enough, the next day, the teacher had introduced the girl from the day before.
"I am Nakano Itsuki. Nice to meet you all!" she said in a loud and clear voice.
And then she looked at him and added blandly, "Well, I believe I already met some of you yesterday."
Wha, what she was doing here if she hadn't started studying yet?! Fuutarou screamed in his mind.
Nakano Itsuki sighed. "I thought it'd be a good idea getting to know our new surroundings before joining in. For the most part, I liked what I saw a whole lot..."
You liked what you ate, you mean! Fuutarou thought. You devoured that extravagant lunch as if you were a vacuum cleaner, you little-!
"Anyway, please bear with me, everyone!" she laughed. "My grades aren't that good, but I'm sure I'll pull up on my own! Dad was talking about giving me a tutor, but no way, Julian!"
Fuutarou slammed his forehead on his desk.
He still was that way when Nakano Itsuki passed him on the way to her own seat. "You should eat better if you don't want to keep on faltering like that," she told him without stopping.
Clone Wars.
"Hey, Nakano-san," he tried to call after her as soon as the lunch break began, "sorry about yesterday, I didn't mean to be so cold, and-"
Smiling to herself, Nakano walked off and went to sit at the same table as three other girls, who sat with their backs turned on Fuutarou.
Snapping his tongue to himself, the young man walked away, pondering what to do. He sat down at the other end of the lunchroom after ordering another meat menu with no meat, and found another, short haired Nakano Itsuki sitting across him, waving at him.
"Hello," she said.
Fuutarou pulled back and broke into a fit of coughing. "What, what, what?!"
The girl shrugged and began eating her lunch with good appetite, although nowhere as voracious as that of the previous day. "I saw you trying to talk with Itsuki, and I got curious," she said casually. "Tring to ask her out in her first day here? Slow down, cowboy!"
"It's, it's nothing like that!" he frowned, squinting at her face. Other than the lenght of her hair and its lack of any star shaped ornaments, they were identical. "Are you... her sister?"
"Oh, no, Itsuki's my clone!" she said matter of factly.
Fuutarou frowned. "Her twin, then..."
"I'm telling you she's my clone."
Fuutarou leaned back on his chair, folding his arms. "Sure thing."
"Have you heard of the Bizarro Superman?" the girl asked him. "That's what Itsuki is to me."
"I'M HEARING YOU FROM HERE, ICHIKA, STOP THAT!" came Itsuki's angry voice from her table.
Nakano Ichika raised hands. "Okay, you got me," she told Fuutarou. "That was a lie. As a matter of fact, I'm her greatly improved clone! She was only the prototype."
"WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT?!" Itsuki shouted again.
"Okay, that was a lie too," Ichika said. "Would you actually believe that anyone would have ever thought cloning her would be a good idea?"
A spoon flew from across the room and hit her on the head.
Such an impressive throw!
Enter the Idiot.
While leaving school, his father called. "Fuutarou?"
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Nakano says he's willing to pay five times as much as usual if you take the job."
Fuutarou stopped, blinking several times. "Hmmmm... That sounds really good, but..."
"But what? You're so good, your grades aren't gonna drop just because you took some time off to help someone else."
"No, no, that's not it." He sighed. "I think I met that person and she's turned off on me. Maybe I was a bit cold on her. I don't know."
"Well, then be a man and ask for her forgiveness. How difficult could that be?"
"Dad, Mom was a saint and you've never been with another woman afterwards. Sorry, but I think you just don't know enough about how women act."
His father chuckled. "Oh, and now you are an expert on women! You've never even had a girlfriend."
Fuutarou groaned. "I'll see what can I do, okay? Tomorrow, when I see her again."
He pocketed the phone and then heard Nakano Itsuki's voice from behind him. Or maybe it was Nakano Ichika's? "So, are you taking the job, Uesugi-san?"
"What?!" He spun around and found himself face to face with a smiling Nakano. She had short hair so she had to be... "Ichika-san?"
"Nope!" She pointed at the green bow on the top of her head. "My name's Yotsuba! Nakano Yotsuba!"
Oh my God, there are three of them! Fuutarou swallowed. "You are... Ichika-san and Itsuki-san's sister?"
"A-yep!" she nodded vigorously.
"And... We'd never met before, so how did you know my name?"
She looked somewhat almost briefly disappointed for a moment, as if something in his words had hurt her for some reason.
Fuutarou was about to ask something else when she smiled brightly again, pulling her phone out and showing him a picture of himself. "Dad just called saying he'd hired a tutor for us! And that tutor's you, right? See!"
Fuutarou facepalmed. Those two old men just made their deal without waiting for my opinion...
Nakano Yotsuba blinked curiously at him. "Something wrong, Uesugi-san?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head slowly.
"That's great! I really need your help, because, well, just look yourself!"
She held a test before him.
"... zero?" Fuutarou said.
"Eh heh heh! Zero!" She poked the tip of her tongue out, blushing.
"How can anyone score a zero in a test?" The words left Fuutarou's mouth before he could stop them.
"I have experience," Nakano Yotsuba admitted candidly.
"... that's going to be well earned money," he said.
"Oh, you have no idea...!" she whistled.
"And your sisters... I have to tutor them as well?"
"I think that's the idea, yeah."
"Are they... how should I say this... better than you?"
"Oh, no way they could be any worse!"
"You're right. Only making sure," Fuutarou said in a hollow tone.
Nakano Yotsuba dragged a foot around. "So... is it alright with you if we start tomorrow?"