subtitled. ~I Keep Being Reincarnated in Other Worlds as the Hero, But This One Seems Perfectly Normal?!~
'...and in polar coordinates, the coefficient of theta is equivalent to the number of loops the graph makes. When this value is two, we call it a lemniscate...' In the second-to-last seat by the window, Hajime twirled his pen and sighed.Things had made a lot more sense when he'd been hit by a truck. You could get used to it, y'know? After the fifth or sixth time you'd been hit by a truck and transported into another world, you started catching on to the cliches. There were only so many different variations on 'oh mighty hero, we have summoned you to rescue our world from certain doom!' you could encounter.
You couldn't get used to trignometry. Especially if - well, it was kind of hard to keep up with your studies when you just kept on falling into summoning circles or getting hit by trucks or having beautiful raven-haired princesses follow you around until you agreed to bail out their country.
Things had made sense this time around, at least to begin with. Transported to another world as a high school student? Oh, it would be some kind of magic high school scenario, where this ragtag band of teenagers would be forced to Battle the Forces of Evil and Save The WorldTM. Along the way, the student council president would probably be revealed to be working for the villain all along, but luckily, they could change her mind with the Power of FriendshipTM.
Or that's how things were supposed to go.
Three weeks later he had experienced a fat load of nothing. He was probably failing history, some old fogey kept ranting about cardoids in math, and despite sneakily following the student council president home several nights, he hadn't picked up anything more suspicious about her than the fact that she unironically enjoyed durian. It was all unabashedly normal.
Things hadn't been normal for him for a long, long time. He kind of missed that kind of feeling.