Outsider : Classroom Of The Elite

Chapter 1.5 - Kamikaze

"Good morning, Yamauchi!"

"Good morning, Ike!"

Ike and Yamauchi, the two problem children of my class, were greeting each other with a big smile. A week had passed since school began, and usually, the 'Idiot Trio' dragged themselves through the door seconds before the bell, looking like walking corpses. Today, however, they seemed very eager to come to class... oddly so.

"Man, I've been waiting for today like crazy," Yamauchi beamed. "I didn't even close my eyes last night!"

"Yeah, this school's unreal! Can't believe it's finally time for swimming class!" Ike grinned. "And when I say swimming, I mean the girls. And when I say girls, I mean the swimsuits!"

"..."

I watched them with an unimpressed look as they jabbered about the upcoming swimming class.

It was a coed session, or in their own words, an opportunity that they'd rather kill than to let it go to waste. Of course the said 'opportunity' was to get illegal pics of teenage girls in swimsuits.

"Professor, c'mere!" Ike called out.

"Uh, you called?" 'Professor' Sotomura with his burley stature approached them slowly.

He was called 'professor' because of his unconventional way of speaking. For example, he would use 'dono' honorifics when referring to someone, and would always end his sentences with the '-de gozaru' prefix. He was trying to mimic the ancient imperial speech, I assume..?

"Can you, uh, record the girls in their swimsuits for us?" Ike asked, voice barely a whisper.

"Leave it to me." Sotomura grinned. "I'll act like I'm sick, stay out of class, and 'observe.'"

Just then, Ayanokouji who had somehow stayed unnoticed till now glanced over looking confused. "Record them? What are you planning?" he innocently asked.

"The Professor is going to rank the girls' breast sizes for us. If we're lucky, he'll get some pictures with his phone." Ike explained audaciously. Give him a loud speaker at this point.

"Hey, hey!" Sudou stopped Ike from explaining any further. Seeing some common sense in him was a welcome sight. Although it was for a bullshit reason like this.

But despite Sudo's vigilance, their conversation didn't go unnoticed. The looks from the girls across the classroom ranged from contemptuous to outright murderous.

"Ayanokouji!" Ike suddenly called out to him.

"Wh-what?" the masterpiece of the white room stammered.

"Place your bets!"

Ayanokouji raised his eyebrow. "On what?"

"To tell you the truth, we're taking bets on the girls' chest sizes." said Ike.

"......"

Ayanokouji stared blankly back at him, clearly at a loss. He was hard to read as always... maybe more so today? I could tell he wasn't interested in their 'plan', but he was careful enough to show any obvious reactions.

"We've come up with some probabilities." The professor further explained as he took out a tablet and opened a spreadsheet. Being curious, I also took a peek at it.

The names of all the girls in our class were listed there. A rough estimation of their cup sizes were mentioned as well. Why the fuck would he make such a professional looking spreadsheet for such a bullshi–

"Hah~ whatever.” I sighed in defeat before distancing myself from them.

I wouldn't call them bad people just for that, though. They were all just hormonal teenagers who were, a bit 'extra' curious about the opposite sex. Puberty makes you do some of the most questionable things in existence. I speak from experience.