FakeKouji

𝓢1𝓒1:𝓑𝓤𝓢 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

S1 C1 : BUS and Monologue

Ayanokouji's POV

Equality is a hindrance and equity is idealistic, what remains is a meritocracy.

We are not equal, nor are we clear about anything. At this moment I could have a million dollars raining from the sky or lose my life by getting in an accident and dying in the bus driving to my desired destination

 ANHS, the school of elites

 On further thought, both this school and death, do clear the boxes that define freedom from my past. So I suppose it wouldn't be too bad. The unpredictability of life is such a fickle thing that is whimsical and fantastical in nature.

Hey you, the one reading this Wattpad fic right now, do you know which part of you is more real or more fake?

Whenever we are acquainted with anyone, we put on a facade to complement the ongoing conversation, this facade is subject to change depending on a lot of variables that are prone to change. We probably won't talk to a kid in the same manner as to an adult because we need a different approach to get what we desire from them, which leads to a further hypothesis that our personality changes with the environment and person we are talking to, minutely but it does change. Similarly, it works with people with like or dislike, strangers and friends, happy or sad and of course, what we really want from the person we are conversing with. Everything shapes our personality and the way we carry ourselves. 

So why do we shun people when they act or when they don't show their true face? Is it our twisted sense of self-love and belief that we are purer than thou? I believe that it is just human curiosity that leads to this malice when we realise that the person we met, was a lie or A FAKE.

But, that also makes us, a hypocrite.

As I was monologing I was interrupted by a pleasant voice," Excuse me, don't you think you should give this priority seat to this sweet old lady?" 

This beige hair, short and friendly-looking girl exuded an aura of kindness which had spread through the bus as her smile enchanted the atmosphere. It seemed she really did care for the old grandma there, I wonder, is that how humans of the outside world are? If my intuition is correct, it may be a farce, given the extremely perfect sense of purity. But I suppose, it's just me being paranoid. 

She directed her holy gaze towards a regal-looking boy who this stifling sense of superiority around him as he spoke in a self-indulgent voice," Listen here girl, why should I give up my seat? I have no legal reasons and I don't care about the ethical ones. So stop disturbing me and let me continue my manicure" as he rubbed his nail file over his fingers.

The girl was taken aback by the immediate and crisp refusal of her pleas. It seems she isn't used to people saying no to her, as she didn't take the no and proceeded to the next target of emotional blackmail, rather she stayed there and pleaded" But this lady is your superior. Hence shouldn't it be your duty to give her your seat?"

The boy smirked, "Oh, and which written law states that? You are simply applying your sense of perfect ideals and considering it to be the law. Not just that, considering there are other people around me. Yet you chose me, even when I refused, just to prove your sense of righteousness to the others here to be superior to mine, quite a narcissist aren't you?"  

Quite a turn of events we have here. The irony of the situation is something that might have left a comedic undertone, if not for the reaction given by the girl. The girl flashed a slight face of disgust but reverted back to the bright smile she had adorned and backed off, realising she was barking at the wrong dog. But she ended it with the last bark, "Didn't you waste your priceless breath, talking so much to a mere lowly narcissist like me?"Without waiting for a response, she took a step back and searched for another prey. 

The awkwardness made the air somewhat toxic until an office lady gave up her seat. Was I supposed to get up? Well, I did agree partially with what the boy said but who am I to judge? After all, I was simply a regular boy, going to school on this bus. I had no intention of being an advocate of right or wrong. After all, a novice in this field can't be expected to be an advocate of righteousness. 

As I turned my face, I was magnetised by the view of a long dark haired girl seemingly resembling a princess who was reading a  book completely unaffected by the surroundings. I unconsciously stared at her for a bit too long trying to gauge her reason for such a lack of interest in the surroundings but I had a moment of self-reflection and turned around to not look like a creep. Yet, it seems, she caught a glimpse of my actions. She might have caught me with my hand in the cookie jar, but if the cookie were so intriguingly captivating, it was worth it, I suppose

I hope this doesn't lead to any future unwanted interactions else I will have to fabricate a sense of guilt, just like I have been trained.

After all, as they say, fake it till you make it.

But the question is will I ever make it?

This school might have the answers.

-------------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTE--------------------------------------------

Hey,

Dear readers

Good to make your acquaintance 

Hope we get along

This will be a long ride, I hope

And  I don't wanna be lonely

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