Classroom of the Elite X OC

Chapter 1

If I may, I'd like to pose this question:

Are human beings truly equal?

Nowadays, people never shut up about the need for equality. A great man once said, "Heaven does not create one person above or below another."

But the quote doesn't end there.

It actually says we're equal at birth, but then gaps appear. That the differences are the result of one's academic efforts, or lack thereof.

At any rate, humans are capable of thinking for themselves. "Equality" may be a false concept, but our inequality remains a difficult thing to accept.

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"Kobayashi-kun, do you have a moment?"

S-she's here.

While pretending to be asleep on my desk, a girl with long black hair approached me.

I could feel the demonic presence getting closer like she's waiting for her slave to wake up.

And as her lazy slave, I pretended to not hear her. I had dubbed this the "Sleeping Strategy." If she were a kind girl, then she would say something like, "Aw, well, there’s nothing to be done. I’d feel bad to wake you, so I’ll forgive you. "" If you don’t get up, I’ll kiss you!" would also be okay.

Never in a million years will she say the last one though.

"If you don't wake up in three seconds, I will bestow additional punishment upon you."

I sighed.

"What kind of punishment?"

Not even a second has passed, I immediately abandoned my "Sleeping Strategy."

"See, you are awake after all, aren’t you?" she said.

"I know enough that I’m afraid to make you angry."

"Glad to hear it. Well then, may I have a little of your time?"

"What if I refuse?"

"Well, even though you have no right to veto such a decision, I suppose I would be exceptionally displeased."

She continued with, "And when I am displeased, then I will prove a major obstacle to your school life, Kobayashi-kun. For example, I might set a great number of thumbtacks on your chair. Or, when you go to the toilet, I might splash water on you from above. Or stab you with the needle of my mathematical compass. Those kinds of obstacles, I suppose."

"That’s nothing but harassment, or rather, bullying! And besides, that last one sounds strangely familiar, because you’ve already stabbed me before!"

I reluctantly sat up at my desk. A girl with beautiful, sharp eyes and long black hair that framed her face stared down at me. Her name was Horikita Suzune, a student of the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School, Class D, my classmate, and also the girl I like.

"Don’t worry. That was only a joke. I wouldn’t splash water on you from above."

"What’s more pressing are the thumbtacks and the compass needle!
Look at this! There are still marks from when you stabbed me the last time!
Will you take responsibility if it scars me for life?" I rolled up my right sleeve and displayed my forearm to Horikita, so she could see the scars she’d left behind.

"Where's the evidence?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"What about the evidence? Did you decide I’m the culprit without evidence?”