Classroom of the Elite: Monster Academy

Hirata - I'm Not Who You Think I Am

It was the first of May, the day all the students of the first grade came face to face with the harsh reality of their situation. The points system, the hierarchy, the competition, and most preeminently - the condemnation.

Amongst all of them, Class D and Class A were undoubtedly the two classes most affected by these series of revelations, albeit for different reasons.

Now, outside a certain convenience store, a member of one of these classes strode menacingly, each step radiating a rough and aggressive air that hinted at a brewing storm of anger within.

Crash!

The storm finally erupted and the unfortunate victim was the innocent trash can, idling on a quiet corner.

"Tch."

His gaze lingered at the scattered trash. Was he contemplating on whether or not he should pick them up? No, this kind of thinking never crossed him.
The sight of it had only fueled his anger even more.

I'm not trash!

The thought echoed in his mind as he kicked the litter aside with scornful force.

Nearby, a certain group of students saw this scene play out and decided to pay the infuriated student a visit.

"Oho, what's this? Do I hear the barking of a dog?" A voice rang out.
"Oi oi, what do you think you're doing, kicking your fellow classmates like that," another one added.
"Hey guys, you need to be clearer or he won't understand. Ahem... They're saying you're a defective trash!"

Having heard this, the student - Sudou Ken's fists clenched and his jaw tightened. Slowly, he turned to face the new arrivals. It was the same trio of second-grade students that he met on the first day of class.

Their smirks looked exactly as he remembered, making his fury rise even more.

"What did you say, you bastards!?" He lashed out.

The leader of the trio, the one with the Snow Leopard Martial Soul, stepped forward.

"Looks like we meet again, class D," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Didn't think you'd stick around after the little "welcome" I gave you."

Remembering the fight from before and its result, Sudou's fists tightened even more, its knuckles whitening. A rise in temperature in the area could be felt, a consequence of Sudou being unable to control the natural trait of his soul power due to rage.

This however, didn't really affect the trio and continued on with their mockery.

Slowly, Sudou took a step closer... for words no longer matter. After the series of events, his anger had long reached its boiling point, and all he wanted to do right now is to release it to anything that he could lay his eyes on - the face of the second-grader in front of him.

"Ho~, are you approaching me?" the second-grader said. "Despite the humiliating defeat at my hands, you're still coming right to me?"

"I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer."

"Hoho, then come as close as you like."

The air tightened as the two locked on each other, their gazes fierce and unyielding. Sudou's breaths were heavy, his every muscle tensed with each step. The mocking grin on his opponent's face was a welcome one, making him more eager to plant his fist on its face.

Finally, with a burst of speed, Sudou lunged forward. His movement was a blur, driven by the culmination of his pent-up rage and desire for retribution. His fist, surrounded by a faint, glowing aura, was aimed straight at his adversary's face, who just now was caught off guard by the sudden movement.