Outsider : Classroom Of The Elite

Chapter 1.8 - Outburst

Suzune Horikita's Point of View:

There was no one inside the class, it was just me and the other person who stood right in front of me. He had grabbed my arm right before I could stab him with a compass. At first I was surprised by how strong his grip strength was.

It goes without saying that I tried to free myself almost instantly, but to no avail. However, everytime I attempted to move he would grip my hand even harder than before. The compass that was in between our hands was causing immense pain, as the corner of a handle was digging deeper and deeper into my fingers. It wasn't too long before I could barely stand the pain.

"Ow, it hurts! Aozaki-kun, let me go."

But it was at that moment I noticed something that sent chills down my spine.

I went too far.

The compass that I was holding... it didn't miss his hand. It had already penetrated through his left palm, deep enough to come out from the other side. Fresh warm blood was seeping out of his grip throughout the gaps of his fingers. There was no room for doubt about that being unthinkably painful.

I, then had realized how childish of a person I was to inflict such a damage upon Aozaki-kun. I only wanted to stay isolated, to make him stop approaching me. That's why I tried to intimidate him by doing this.

And thus, I, Horikita Suzune, ended up doing something that I regretted with all my heart.

However, something was not right. He was not behaving like a normal human being.

Instead of acting like the other's who would undoubtedly be crying or screaming in agony, he remained in absolute silence, not as far as to even grunt. His face did not twitch even the slightest in pain. His expression was calm, composed and collected, as if nothing happened.

On the other hand, he kept increasing the strength of his grip of that hand. The pain was getting unbearable with every single second that passed. At some point, I couldn't feel anything but pain. My face twisted in agony.

As he noticed this, he had finally stopped putting force on his grip. I was relieved of his monstrous grip strength. But before I could say anything, he said...

"I hate that name."

He finally spoke, but... he sounded different than the way he usually did.

He spoke with a cold and sharp voice, like a sharp edged knife crafted from an icicle. The monotone of his voice that contained no emotion, was now filled with anger, darkness and intimidation. Those words all by itself shared the message, "this is serious.".

His voice sent chills down the deepest corners of my spine.

"What?" I asked, confused.

But when I looked at him, all of my thoughts automatically came to standstill.

There was an incomprehensible darkness surrounding his face. His dark blue eyes, blank like an empty void, glaring at me with the sharpest and narrowest glare I could ever imagine. I felt like he could tear my soul apart into the tiniest bits if I were to show even the slightest of movement.

I could only wait for his answer in silence. He parted his lips.

"Don't call me by that, ever."