Outsider : Classroom Of The Elite

Chapter 1.7 - Compass

T/W: Strong descriptions of violence, blood, impalement etc. in the latter part of the chapter. Viewer discretion (?) is advised.

It all started from a small, but simple realization.

Some of the guys in our class were whispering amongst each other. It immediately caught the teachers eyes, and the guys became frozen stiff in fear.

However, the teacher didn't do anything. He didn't even say anything to them. He just simply smiled and returned back to writing the formulas on the blackboard.

That's when the realization hit the children attending the classroom.

Only a week had passed, it had become a routine for the students to arrive late every morning. Some skipped entire periods. Some didn't even bother coming.

It was nothing new to see multiple people having group banter during lectures. Some of the students were using their phones discreetly under their desks. There were a few bold ones who didn't even bother with the subtlety.

On Sudou’s desk, a thick line of stain had formed because of how many times his drool had run over that place. And Yamauchi...

....

"You know." I muttered, leaning back in my seat. "I really wish selective amnesia was a thing."

"What brought that up?" the voice behind me replied.

I tilted my head just enough toward Yamauchi, who was currently shaking and grinning at his phone with an expression that was borderline grotesque. "Let's just say some sights leave permanent psychological damage."

Ayanokouji briefly followed my gaze.

"Ah." His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual half-lidded apathy. He gave a microscopic nod that said 'Message received.'

"Care to share what is so fascinating that it requires talking over the lecture?" Horikita’s voice cut in.

Sitting right next to us, it was inevitable she’d eavesdrop. She gripped her pen tightly over her notebook. If anyone in this decaying class still cared about the illusion of academic discipline, it was her.

"Nothing of value." I replied.

"Clearly." Horikita raised an eyebrow. Her gaze flickered toward Yamauchi, who had thankfully stopped playing his guitar in the middle of the class.

She let out an audible sigh. "Honestly. It is as if half the class has simply given up."

"I think 'given up' is too generous." I noted, watching Sudou shift in his sleep. "That implies they put in effort to begin with."

Horikita shot me a sharp glare but returned to her notebook.

At the front of the room, Chabashira continued writing on the chalkboard. She was speaking normally despite all the chaos surrounding her. Her expression remained completely unaffected by the blatant disrespect of all the teenagers. 'I’ve accepted my fate.' was the kind of energy she was giving off.

"Hm?"

During a brief pause in her lecture, Chabashira’s gaze drifted over the class and stopped on me.