Outsider : Classroom Of The Elite

Chapter 1.7 - Compass

[E: READ THIS! IT'S IMPORTANT!

For both the new and returning viewers, the story's changed significantly.

If you're seeing this, that means I'm done revising the story up until this part. The next ten or twelve chapters may need a bit of a fixing or two. You might see some inconsistencies here and there, for example: the writing style. After all, the difference between the writing style I have now, and the writing style two years ago are like heaven and earth.

I do feel like I'm erasing a part of history that made me who I am today... But if it makes a good story, then so be it.

Enjoy ;) ]

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

It started small, things like students occasionally whispering during lectures or checking their phones under the desk. But a week later, things got even worse.

Students began arriving late every single morning. Some even skipped entire periods, or didn't bother coming at all. Others grew bold, enough that they'd openly scroll through their social media feeds during class. Drip marks started forming in Sudou's bench from sleeping too much with his mouth open.

And then, there was Yamauchi.

"You know," I leaned back in my seat, barely paying attention to Chabashira's history lecture. "I wish I could erase memories. Just... permanently."

"What brought that up?" muttered the guy behind me.

I tilted my head toward Yamauchi, who, for some inexplicable reason, was shaking and grinning to himself in his seat. "Let's just say there are things I wish I could unsee."

Ayanokouji followed my gaze.

"Ah." His eyes widened for a fragment of a second before he closed them and nodded slightly, like he knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Care to share with the rest of the class what you two are discussing?" Horikita's voice cut in.

As the person sitting next to us, it wasn't strange for her to overhear our conversation. She seemed annoyed because we were probably distracting her from taking history notes. If anyone still cared about rules in this class, it was her.

"Nothing worth mentioning," I replied.

"Uh-huh." Horikita raised an eyebrow and glanced toward Yamauchi, who was now balancing a pencil on his upper lip, fortunately. She sighed audibly. "Honestly, it's like half the class has completely given up."

"You're not wrong," I said. "Although 'completely given up' might be giving them too much credit. That implies 'them' putting effort in the first place." I directed toward a certain individual.

"I can still hear you," Ayanokouji said flatly.

"Good. It's not like I was being subtle."

Horikita shot a glare at us but didn't say anything else.

Meanwhile, Chabashira was standing at the front, halfheartedly writing something on the blackboard. She knew that the class wasn't paying attention. Her expression was as unaffected as usual... But it screamed, 'I've accepted my fate.'

"Hm?"

One of the moments when she went silent during the lecture, I caught her looking at us; more specifically, me.

She just stared at me. She didn't say anything, and neither did I. Our silent exchange lasted all of two seconds before she turned back to her lecture. It wasn't the first time today.