Classroom of the Elite : All I Want

17 : Make Her Realize

It was too early in the morning when Horikita decided to come to school. Class was about to start in an hour and half, and now she was the only one who had come to the classroom.

'I must have looked really silly at that time,' she thought as she recalled the day when she cried in her room. Seen by Ayanokouji.

Seen by Ayanokouji.

Ayanokouji.

"Why him? Of all people?!" She spoke in annoyance, holding back from screaming out of embarrassment. Of course, she's embarrassed.

As far as she could remember, she had never cried in front of Hirata. Then few days ago, she actually cried in front of Ayanokouji?

'You really are pathetic, Suzune!'

Her hand was now quietly placing the lunch box on Ayanokouji's table. She also stuck a sticky note on the side of the lunch box.

Thank you for accompanying me that day, please accept this lunch and don't you dare spread that day's story to others if you don't want to see a news of a high school student killed by being stabbed with a compass.

For Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, if you aren't Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, don't you dare touch this thing.

After putting down the lunch box, she walked out of the classroom. The plan was that she would wait somewhere for the bell to ring.

'I haven't had the courage to speak or look at him in the face!'

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Ayanokouji stepped into the classroom with a sleepy face. Last night he spent staying up late studying the game that Sotomura recommended to him. For some reason, he thinks that the online games that he knows from Sotomura always make him interested.

Entering the class, he could see almost all the students had come. When he stepped over to his desk, a black lunchbox was there.

He sat down and looked at Miyake who had been staring at him with a curious face.

"You gave me this?" he asked.

Miyake shook his head. "It was already there when I arrived at class."

Curious, he lifted the lunch box. Heavy, means there is some contents. His eyes then caught the sticky note beside the lunch box.

Thank you for accompanying me that day, please accept this lunch and don't you dare spread that day's story to others if you don't want to see a news of a high school student killed by being stabbed with a compass.

For Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, if you aren't Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, don't you dare touch this thing.

Finished reading that, he turned to the empty seat next to him. It must be Horikita who made these lunch.

'She was probably embarrassed because I saw her condition at that time.' He switched on his cellphone, there were two minutes left until the bell would ring. It's a little strange that Horikita hasn't come yet. Usually, she was already in class when he came.

'Speak of the devil,' he thought as he saw the girl with long black hair appeared with her stern look. Her cold aura made Sudo, who was just about to say hello, back to his chair.

She sat down on her chair, not looking at Ayanokouji who had been staring at her until now. Taking out her book and stationery, her gaze was straight ahead.

"Horikita, did you give me–"

"That's right, accept it and don't you dare try to tell anyone about what happened on my room at that time."