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 big smile. A week had passed since school began, and every day they'd always come at the last minute. Today, though, they were early... oddly so.

"Man, I've been waiting for today like crazy," Yamauchi beamed. "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, unimpressed, as they jabbered about the upcoming swimming class. Clearly, it was a coed session... an opportunity they weren't going to waste. The way they huddled together, quivering with excitement they could barely contain almost made me laugh.

"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' honorific when referring to someone, and would always end his sentences with '-de gozaru' prefix. Trying to mimic the ancient imperial speech, I think..?

"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, glanced over, looking confused. "Record them? What are you planning?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"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, though it was for a 'not-so-respectable' reason.

But their conversation hadn't gone unnoticed. The looks from the girls across the classroom ranged from contemptuous to outright murderous.

"Ayanokouji!" Ike suddenly turned, calling to him.

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

"Place your bets!"

"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 the 'plan', but he was careful to show no obvious reaction.

"We've come up with some probabilities." 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. It was criminal to have something this well made for something so stupid.

"Hah~" I huffed in defeat.

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'm sure in the future, some of them would reminisce about this day and would mentally kill themselves out of cringe.