Classroom of the elite short Stories

Change of heart

3rd person pov:

Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School

a isolated school established by the Japanese government to nurture young graduates that will support the country. It boasts a 100% employment and college entry rate, and with thorough, state-directed teaching methods, it spares no effort in pursuing the nation's desired future. The area of the campus is about 600,000 square meters.

It's contain many facilities like school complex, cafeteria, student council office,swimming pool, library, gymnasium,
Keyaki mall, pallet and students dormitories.

6 june,20XX

Evening
07:26

A female student rushed to the roof of student dormitories and slam the door open.

*THUD*

Despite the disruptive noise, the female student appeared unfazed and unbothered by the comment. However, her clenched fists revealed her underlying emotions of anger, frustration, and displeasure.

She saw A-shaped steel frame structure chair, which surface coated with powder coating, the canopy's angle can be adjusted up to 45 degrees.

Which was quite unusual it's not possible to school provide chair here where nobody bothered to without special reason.

There was possibility that some students brought it here.

Ignoring the fact she rushed towards chair and stands in front of it and then...

*Thud*

*Thud*

A loud slang sound is all can heard across the roof.

*thud*

She kicks the chair repeatedly, with a look of frustration and anger etched onto her face. Each swift motion sends a sharp thud reverberating through the room with each kick, she feels a mix of emotions swirling inside her - anger, sadness, and a hint of desperation. Despite her physical effort, the chair seems to mock her, taunting her with its refusal to broke.

*Thud*
*Thud*

As she continues to kick the chair, her movements become more frantic, her breathing heavy and labored. The sound of her frustration echoes off the walls, filling the roof with an air of tension and unease. She knows she should stop, that this futile act of aggression will only leave her feeling more drained and defeated. But in this moment, all she can do is pour her pent-up emotions into the repetitive motion, hoping for some release from the turmoil within her.

The chair, indifferent to her struggles, only inches further and further away with each kick. Its smooth surface remains unmarred, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her. She wonders if this inanimate object can sense her pain, her inner turmoil, her desperate need to break free from the confines of her emotions. But the chair remains unmoved, a silent witness to her inner turmoil.

Then she climb stood on top of the chair then suddenly she hear a little sound. Her eyes snapped to the source of the sound and she saw a figure standing at least six feet tall. The figure was shrouded in dark, its features obscured by the shadows.

"Who"she said

Her expression holds no shock, nor does it hold amusement when she sees person. Person was about 13 feet away,Evening darkness hide it's characteristics on

Without a word, the person started walking towards her, causing her heart to race with a curiosity as she locked eyes with the figure approaching her from the dark. The dimly lit street cast long shadows, making it difficult to see the stranger clearly. However, as he drew closer, she could make out the outline of his features. It was indeed a boy - his face illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights, his expression unreadable.