Classroom Of The Elite Assorted Fanfiction Stories Vol. 2

Just go for a holy bath after reading this, you.

A/N: Pic is originally katsuragi, but let's imagine in disbelief that Sudou gets a new weird haircut for the sake of this chapter. 

suzu uwu

(Horikita POV)

Next up was about Kushida-san. Lately, she had been cooperative. If not for her part too, we would have a slightly lower standing than this, or so was projected. I managed to convince her to get out of her shell and put her emotions aside as she was although understandably unhappy with the situation, most of it was not directed at her in the first place and was something that needed to be settled among the other classmates. Also, her potency of sociability was highly valued, although she didn't need to be friendly all the time. In fact, there were no rules to need to put on a mask and glue it to your face. I don't care, in fact. 

[Kuku, oh my, so many complaints from your class's cafe. What a dirty underhanded woman, as always]

This was probably referring to the masterplan of hiring our sensei into the cafe as a cheat code. It was somewhat unusual to the supposed audience that a teacher had a shift too, while technically she did an okay job, the sales had inflated. She could even keep the costume if whatever allowed. Ayanokoji-kun was miraculously seasoned despite seemingly having just as much interest as I do about what people call 'costume parties' and such events.

Ryuen-kun already knew who was behind it, but it was just him being provoking towards me sometimes. Well, he was intelligent, cunning, tyrannical and non-defective, unlike most people from my class.

I ignored the message by sliding left. By now it was 11:00PM.

Next to me in the lobby came the class moron, Ike-kun on another seat. I would take it as a cue from somewhere that I had triggered him, or what it would seem like to most people. Still with a clumsy face, he was trying to confront me about weird rumors of me with Kushida-san.

"Kushida-chan swings that way? Cool, to me."

I did not understand a single word from him, but it would be translated to read as: 'Kushida-san is a homosexual?' . Furthermore although not even clear, it must have something to do with me too. With Sudou-kun, there would be a chance he would ask that loudly, but given that was a minor incomprehensible sentence, it would be not so much of a problem to understand if given a context. And here was the context.

"No, she just had matters with me. What's wrong?"

"...It's kinda strange for us to be in the same boat, I mean just not at the same time."

"I don't understand but I'll take it as-"

"As? You do know what's going on don't you?"

"Yes. However, that might as well be discredited."

"Well to me I can understand Kushida-chan's worth in our class, but to me Shinohara went overboard at one point of time. Sorry for being disruptive, eh?"

His foot moved up and down concurrently, squishing an unidentified entity as if it were slime.

"Geh, d-don't drool on my shoe uggo."

The creature stopped smiling for a while and opened its eyes, putting down Ike-kun's shoe. I sighed.

"What's that? Is that your leg pillow?"

"Don't mind it, uhh, ehehe I found a pillow on the sofa just now."

There were pillows on every sofa, but the one Ike-kun had under his leg was certainly suspicious and not from the aforementioned place mentioned. This entity had the ability to shift its facial features, or at least what was supposed to be depicted as a correspondence to the face of a human.  He tried to subdue a diminutive creature that resembled Shinohara-san made of cloth and cotton fillings by resting one foot on it without his shoe. It was a disgusting sight.