Henry walked around the class, looking for people who wanted to talk, but he emanated such an aura of coolness and superiority that he simply left every other student in shock. This is what he told himself every time someone he approached looked the other way. There was a curious group of people that wanted to speak to him before, but it seemed as if getting openly attacked by Chiharu and flying through the classroom had somehow affected this. The people weren't any less curious, it was the opposite of that in fact, but they were a lot more cautious or possibly scared.

"I guess I'll have to talk to Rohou, granted he's not busy doing normie stuff like 'socializing' and 'avoiding prolonged eye contact'. But at least I'll have an excuse to talk to... that girl. I still don't know her name even though she's the first member of the harem." Henry continued his delusions, talking to himself out loud in the middle of the classroom and not helping his chances of people approaching him.

He reached the back of the class and noticed something that he had somehow missed despite being able to easily look at the whole class from his seat considering its moderate size: Rohou and the girl were gone! They must have left the class at the beginning of lunch break, maybe to explore some obscure parts of the school like the cafeteria. Henry was scared at the possibility that the two were sharing some kind of intimate moment. Rohou had already started to steal his role as the protagonist, he couldn't let the two get any closer. He would even settle for being the supporting character of a boring slice of life manga if it meant not letting Rohou be the protagonist of a romantic comedy!
  Laughter brought Henry back to Earfh, and for once he wasn't the subject of it. A group of girls were having a relaxing chat as they ate their lunch. Their desks were moved closer together to comfortably fit all of their boxes, cutlery, and brightly colored cloth. Henry knew the cloth was called furoshiki, used to wrap the bento boxes and make them easy to carry. But this information was entirely irrelevant to the plot and Henry was just thinking about it to show off. 

He approached the girl that he thought laughed the loudest and seemed more friendly. She had half a buzz cut on one side and a wave of curly, white hair on the other. She also happened to be the one with the larger chest.

"Sorry, do you know where the boy and the girl sitting in the corner of the class went? The boy is called Rohou, but really, I just want to know about the girl."

The girls' conversation abruptly stopped, and their faces lost their glee.

"I don't, sorry..." She replied quickly, avoiding any eye contact and leaving Henry in silence.

“Ah yes, a kuudere.” Henry thought to himself.

"It's a shame you didn't see them." He said, grabbing an empty chair and bringing it to the desks. "Mind if I sit with you?"

"A bit." Another one of the girls said. But she was the only one to say anything. The others simply nodded.

"My name is Henry!" He said as he sat down, turning his chair backwards for some reason. "What's your name?", he asked the 'kuudere'.  

"...Hajime Pika."

 "What a cute-sounding name. Mind if I call you Haji-tan?"

"Verily..."

 "Listen, I was looking to expand my harem, and since I've already found a tsundere, a kuudere would make a perfect addition!"

Slowly, Hajime's head turned away from him. Henry appointed such a "cutesy" reaction to her archetypal nature, more as a self-defense mechanism than true belief. But in reality, the girl had turned the other way to silently mouth the words please help me to her friends.

"Hey... Henry? Now that I remember, I think I heard the girl you're looking for saying your name as she left!" A savior spoke up to rescue her friend.

"Really? Why did she leave then? Do you know where she is?"

"School's roof." She rapidly answered. 

"It's a bit far... Is it open to the students?"

"Of course! I think you should go, I'm pretty sure the girl was saying she wanted to talk to you directly."

"Then I shall climb to the school's top and please the damsel's request." Henry stood up. He suddenly felt a spike of energy, as if someone had poked his heart with a needle, or secretly kicked his leg under the desk. Nonetheless, he rushed out of the class.

The four girls were left in shock by the sudden encounter, as if a bear had just passed by them and walked away.

"Is she really on the roof?" Hajime asked.

"Of course not! I don't even know who he was talking about! Why do you think I kept referring to her as the girl?" 

Henry the blissful ignorant ran up the school's stairs to reach their end. The roof was the school's fourth floor, or third if you consider the first floor as the ground floor, or fifth if you consider the basement the first floor, or second if you consider the first floor as a ground floor but also don't consider the roof a floor and merge it with the one below, you get the gist. Finally, Henry came to the end of his climb and reached the roof's wide door. A bright light beamed down from the door's square window. He pushed the pole-shaped bar that functioned as a handle, but nothing happened. He didn't want to admit it, but somewhere in the darkest part of his unconscious mind he did have the suspicion that the girl had lied to him, but he couldn't understand why. He was about to leave in defeat, when he noticed a small sticker attached to the door with a kanji that he could recognize as "pull". He grasped the bar with both hands and pulled the door open, moving a few steps back and rushing around it to leave before it automatically closed on him. The roof wasn't very large, and a suggestive fence of metal surrounded its borders. There she was, sitting on said border, with her head gently pushing on the fence as she looked to the horizon, the girl. She had a different hairstyle, stature, and face from what he remembered, but at this point Henry would've accepted anything that meant he wasn't lied to.

"Did you want to speak to me?" Henry approached her.

The girl must have been lost in her world, as she was taken by surprise by his words. Her widened eyes revealed a dark blue iris. A landmass of black hair sprung from her head, braided as if to seal its explosive power, thinning as it descended down her back and past her waist. Her head jolted away from the fence, leaving a square mark on her left cheek.

"Ah! H-hear watto aru yuu dooingu?" She said in the closest thing to English she had.

"I... can speak Japanese. I spoke to you in Japanese just now."

"Hai nou. Yuu aa Henri, furomu my curasu."

"Oh, we're from the same class ...Which means you've heard my presentation, which was in perfect Japanese! Why are you trying to speak English?!"

The girl suddenly laughed. Her head swindled left and right, and her shoulders bounced rhythmically with her voice. Yes, only the shoulders.

"Ohayou!" she smiled. 

"G-good morning to you too?" 

"No, you're from Ohayou!" She spoke now in her native tongue.

"Oh! Ohio! Yes, I know, it sounds similar to how you say good morning in Japanese." 

"Is it always sunny there?" 

"It's... just regular weather." 

"Oh, but I don't know if I'd like it there. If it's always morning I wouldn't be able to sleep."

"No, it's not... Eh, I'm sure you wouldn't like it regardless."

"But the morning glories would always be in bloom!", she said, herself blooming like the flowers she spoke of.

"I guess they would. Do you like plants?"

"I love them!"

"What's your favorite one?"

"Potatoes, ‘cause I can eat them."

"...I was talking about flowers, actually."

"But potato flowers are poisonous!"

"No... Ok, let's just start this from scratch. Ehm. Hey, is there a flower that you really like?"

"Figs!"

"That is still not a flower!"

"It's an inverted flower."

"I give up. What is your name?"

"Momoko Ronnou." She saluted him.

"And what are you doing on the roof?" He asked, having given up on the notion that there was a girl that wanted to speak with him. Don't worry, he was used to it.

"Birdwatching, sir!" She produced a pair of heavy looking binoculars from under her skirt.

"Uh. That's not what I expected from a Japanese high school girl. Also, why are you calling me sir?"

"I'm sorry lieutenant!"

"Not what I meant."

"Today the birds seem more lively than usual, colonel. Look at that pair! A sparrow and a peacock!"

Momoko handed the binoculars to a very intrigued Henry and pointed him to a secluded spot in the school's yard. The girl Henry was looking for stood at the other end of the lenses, talking to a boy.

"What a great find, General Momoko!" Henry grasped the lenses. "What seems to be the situation here?"

"If I may, admiral. I think the sparrow is attempting a mating ritual on the peacock, but she looks unimpressed."

Henry couldn’t hear what the boy was saying, but he looked stressed. Suddenly, the boy turned his head to the ground, closed his eyes, extended his clenched fists down his body, and spoke up. There was no need to hear his words. The message was as clear as the drops of sweat running down his forehead. Time resumed a second later, as the girl clapped her hands and answered with an awkward smile. The boy ran away.

"That's what you get!" Cheered Henry. "Trying to mess with my harem, will ya?!"

"Are you also a peacock, chief?"

"I think I'm more of a proud bald eagle." Henry lied.

"You'll never get the peacock then." Momoko answered with a self-sufficient smile.

"You don't know that! Didn't you say that boy was a sparrow? We could make some weird peacock-eagle hybrid."

"The parrot failed, didn't he? You need feathers that outshine the peacock!"

"I thought only male peacocks had bright feathers."

"I know nothing about birds." Momoko answered him sincerely.

"At any rate, I need to get to her."