Class C: Civil War

Entrance

I slowly slid the door to classroom 1-C open and enter the already brimming classroom. The majority of students were already situated inside, likely due to my medical emergency... No matter, at least we aren't late.

Students here and there were congregated around a few tables conversing excitedly with their seatmates. Were people usually this sociable? Perhaps a few were previously acquainted outside of the school? Initiating such enthusiastic conversation with complete strangers is completely out of the realm of possibility for a loner like myself.

Do we just pick any random seat? I'd dislike causing a fuss by accidentally claiming someone's seat. I've already seen how that can play out unfavorably, I'd much rather avoid a second coming.

A seat towards the back would be nice... Of course, seats all along the back and windows were already taken and my classmates were currently socializing atop them.

I spot two metallic plaques atop the seats in the middle of the back two rows, perhaps one has my name on it.

Lo and behold. I have the middle seat. Entirely central, balanced as all things should be. People like to think the protagonist has the back window seat. And I am perfectly fine with that being the current frame of mind, in fact I personally endorse that. Wonderful, that trope has been avoided. Now I just need some normal, considerate seatmates and my life will be bliss.

To my right a decently built boy with shoulder length magenta hair, scruffy uniform and a fierce look in his eyes. His gaze directed at the teacher's podium, no just above it... That look in his eyes is concerning. Any more shenanigans today will just exhaust me, I'll avoid him for now.

Behind me is Ibuki. For better or worse she won't even establish eye-contact and definitely doesn't seem to be in the mood for conversation with anyone, not just me. I'll just give her some time to breathe, hopefully that blows over.

To my immediate left a somewhat average cute high school girl with dyed blonde hair reaching just the nape of her neck. Clips holding her fringe together and a stern face. Is the tomboy look a trend nowadays? I mean not that I'm complaining but a few others in the class have a similar feel to them. I suppose Kushida also had short hair, but she isn't tomboyish. Maybe I'm judging them a bit early, managing shorter hair is easier so that may be the reason. Just like other students in the class she was currently holding a conversation with a few other students. Disturbingly the group of three girls had a little giggle and looked slightly in my direction. Oh God, I haven't done anything wrong have I? My fly wasn't undone was it? Sparing a fleeting glance downwards, nothing was out of order. However, that made it harder to introduce myself in a different way than my immediate East and South.

However, the North held no escape in sight. A wall. That's the only way you could describe the immense frame of the man immediately in front. So much so that I couldn't see much of the blackboard or teacher at the front. I can't imagine Ibuki at the very back would fare much better. Though, I think that may be a blessing in her case. A large man of African descent, a body only commonplace when cross cultural pollination occurs. Is he truly the same age as us? I have my doubts.

Normal seatmates huh? That may have been hopeless as soon as I decided to attend this school. Oh well, I can always try and make friends with people sitting further away.