Classroom of the elite short Stories

Yumi's curiosity - Birds

Ayanokoji’s eyes idly gaze out the window, a look of boredom and detachment etched on his face. As he sits there, he can't help but overhear the excited chatter and laughter of the other students, preparing for the start of the class. He remains unbothered by the commotion.

He sat quietly in class, gazing out the window at the clouds in the sky. He watched as they shifted and danced, their grey hues against the bright sky. One cloud shape caught his eye—a dragon.

The cloud's tail stretched out into the eastern horizon, shaping into a long serpentine form. Ayanokoji, for a moment, watched as the cloud shifted and transformed, its grey form blending into and reforming into other shapes. He focused on the nature around him, ignoring the noise of the classroom.

The classroom door creaked open, the chatter and conversation in the room abruptly halting as people glanced over to catch a glimpse of who had entered. Their curiosity piqued, and they turned their attention to the entrance, their eyes landing on a girl standing in the doorway.

a girl of average height with a petite build. Her straight and slightly messy purple hair cascades past her shoulders. A fringe falls over her forehead, framing her wide and round eyes with thick eyelashes. Her thin lips and small nose complete her soft features.

The girl's eyes swept across the room, observing the various faces of the students gathered in the classroom. Each individual seemed unique in their own way, whether it be their hairstyle, clothing, or overall demeanor. Her gaze eventually fell upon a boy sitting quietly by the window, his expression unreadable and his gaze fixed on something outside. She couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue, wondering what could be holding his attention so intensely. Who was he? What was he looking at? These questions raced through her mind.

The girl, intrigued by the boy's detached aura, mustered up her courage and approached him. With a shy smile, she asked, "Hi, would you mind if I sit here?" As she waited for his response, she couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive, uncertain of how he would react to her presence.

He turned to her as he stated, "You can't simply sit anywhere. Your nameplate will be on the assigned seat. Look around; you will find it." His gaze remained fixed straight ahead, and his words were devoid of any warmth or emotion. 

The girl blinked in surprise at the boy's response. She glanced around the room, realising that she hadn't noticed the nameplates on the desks.

Embarrassment flooded her cheeks as she quickly searched for her assigned seat. Glancing around the room, she finally located the chair with the corresponding number etched onto the desk, marking her designated seat.

"Ah, apologies for that," she meekly replied, feeling a bit ashamed at her earlier oversight. "I'll go sit in my own seat."

The girl nervously made her way back to her assigned seat, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She placed her backpack on the chair and sighed, feeling a bit flustered at the awkward encounter. As she sat down, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the boy, wondering what he must think of her. She took a deep breath and turned back towards the boy, returning to where he sat.

Yumi hesitated momentarily, not knowing if it was appropriate to continue their conversation. She took a deep breath and decided to go for it, introducing herself, "By the way, my name is Yumi. Nice to meet you." She spoke nervously, hoping to get a response from the boy.

However, the boy remained silent, his gaze continuing to linger on the outside scenery. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Yumi waited for a response, hoping he would reciprocate and provide his name in return. Yet he offered no reply, leaving her to wonder if this was his way of intentionally avoiding further conversation.