Classes S and E (COTE Fanfic)

Investigating With Izaya Orihara (Class B) (Rewrite)

Izaya POV

Next up was Class B. As I made my way through the hallways, my mind wandered toward the nature of this school’s system—this so-called meritocracy. In many ways, it mirrored the outside world. Those with charisma, intelligence, or fortune inevitably rise to the top, ruling over everyone else. Those who can’t keep up, who falter or fall behind, are simply discarded. It’s a harsh, unjust system.

Yet, one that I could manipulate.

When I finally reached Class B, I opened the door and was greeted by a stark contrast from Class A. The atmosphere was… peaceful. Warm, even. Students were laughing and chatting with each other, their faces filled with positivity and camaraderie. It was almost sickening in its naivety, but I couldn’t deny that it was intriguing. Everyone seemed to get along so well.

Except for one.

In the back corner of the room sat a boy with dead, lifeless eyes, staring blankly at his desk. He barely registered the activity around him. His expression reminded me of someone from back home.

There were a few other students who caught my eye as well. Two girls in particular stood out. Their resemblance to Aqua and Kuze was uncanny—could they be siblings? The possibility intrigued me. Then there was another student, a boy who clearly wasn’t Japanese. His features were distinctly Caucasian, and the glasses he wore gave him a scholarly air. Foreign students were rare in a place like this, which made his presence all the more curious.

I turned my attention away from them when I noticed someone approaching. A girl with strawberry pink hair, surrounded by a small entourage of giggling girls. Her presence stood out not just because of her hair but because of the genuine warmth in her demeanor. She exuded an almost radiant positivity.

“Hey! How can I help you?” she asked with a friendly smile, her eyes bright with curiosity.

I offered her a polite smile in return. “Nothing much. I’m just visiting my underclassmen.”

Her face lit up at the word upperclassman. “Oh, you’re an upperclassman? It’s nice to meet you! My name is Ichinose Honami.”

“Izaya Orihara,” I replied, watching her reaction. “You’ve got quite the positive atmosphere here. Everyone seems so… harmonious.”

She beamed at the compliment. “Yeah, I want everyone here to get along, not just in Class B but across the other classes too.”

How admirable—and how incredibly naïve. No matter how hard she tries to foster this idealistic unity, others will only exploit it for their own benefit. I could already see the vultures circling. Her good nature, while genuine, would be her undoing if she wasn’t careful.

“I see. Quite the goal you have,” I said, hiding my amusement behind a smile.

“And what class are you from?" she asked, tilting her head.

“I’m from Class 3-A,” I responded, keeping my tone light.

She seemed genuinely impressed by that. “That’s nice! Also, um, is it okay if we can be friends?”

Friends? I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at her straightforwardness. Though she was naïve, someone like her could prove useful down the line.

“Of course, we can be friends,” I said with a charming smile. “You don’t mind if I just call you Honami, do you?”

She blinked, a little flustered by the informality, but quickly nodded. “Uh, sure! I don’t mind at all. Can I, uh, get your number too?”

I handed over my number without hesitation. A direct connection with someone like her could be advantageous. But just as I finished, another student approached us. He had striking white hair and sharp lavender eyes. His gaze was cool, calculating, and immediately more guarded than Honami’s.

“Hey, Ichinose, who’s this?” he asked, his tone casual, but the underlying suspicion was unmistakable.

“Riku, this is Izaya Orihara,” Honami said, still smiling. “He’s an upperclassman, just came by to visit us.”

Riku’s eyes shifted to me, assessing me carefully before he extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Izaya. I’m Riku Dola.”

Riku Dola, huh? His name stood out, foreign and unique. This boy was clearly not from the same mold as the rest of Class B. He radiated something different, something that piqued my interest. Unlike Honami’s openness, there was an edge to him. He wasn’t about to trust me easily.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Riku,” I said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm and controlled. This one wouldn’t be so easily manipulated. Interesting.

“Well,” I continued, releasing his hand, “I should get going. Other classes to visit, after all.”

Honami smiled brightly, as if oblivious to the tension between Riku and me. “Bye, Izaya! It was really nice meeting you!”

“See you around, upperclassman,” Riku added, though his tone carried a subtle mocking emphasis on the word upperclassman. His eyes lingered on me, sharp and questioning, as if trying to peel away my layers. Impressive. Not many people can see through my facade, but he’s already suspicious.

As I walked out of the classroom, I couldn’t help but replay the encounter in my mind. Class B, for all its outward warmth, was a fascinating study in contrast. Honami, with her hopeful optimism and desire to unite everyone, was clearly the face of the class. She had potential, but she was far too trusting. I could easily bend her to my will.

Riku, on the other hand… He was different. He wouldn’t be swayed so easily. If Honami was the heart of Class B, Riku was its mind. He saw the world with a sharper, more cynical eye, and that intrigued me. Class B’s strength or downfall might rest on his shoulders, depending on how things played out.

Then there was the boy in the back with the dead eyes. He didn’t fit into the harmony of Class B’s picture-perfect image. Someone like him could be interesting in his own right, someone who’s given up on the superficialities of school life. Then there's the foreign student, they all can prove to be so interesting.

In the end, if Riku takes control of this class, things could become far more entertaining. But until then, Class B is just a powder keg waiting to explode. And when it does, I’ll be there to watch it all unfold.

The wheels were already turning in my mind. This school had so many interesting pieces in play. So much potential to cause… chaos.

And I do love chaos.

Riku Dola has now been introduced along with another student who you can easily guess who it is. There are also more students I have added to the classes, so be on the lookout. Though these are quite short chapters with only Izaya, his interactions now will have great importance for his futuinteresting. Also, leave your thoughts and ideas in the comments.

Thanks for reading.