Classroom of the elite short Stories

Cookies

One warm summer day, Ayanokoji standing front of his keyaki mall. He was oblivious to the world around him, including the group of Girl Scouts that had ventured onto his street.

Approaching Ayanokoji from his side without warning, the Scout Girl captured his attention. Seemingly oblivious to the effect her energy had on him, she smiled brightly, her young face radiating an eagerness for success in her scouting endeavors. Clutching a box of her beloved cookies, she held it up, revealing the familiar packaging to Ayanokoji.

"Hello, sir!" she chirped, as if she had all the time in the world, "Would you like to buy some cookies? They're some of the best around, I guarantee it!" Ayanokoji tilting his head towards the box and then back to meet her eyes. "I'm afraid I'm not in the market for cookies today," he stated calmly. The Scout Girl, not easily dissuaded, batted her eyelashes, stifling a disappointed sigh as she considered her next move.

"Oh, come on, Mister," she pleaded, "You won't even try one?" Leaning close, she took a cookie from her box, tore it in half, and offered a portion to Ayanokoji. He couldn't help but notice her sweet scent, as intoxicating as the aroma that wafted from the treat she presented.

Ayanokoji declined her offer.

Night had fallen, and the once-bustling school ground had succumbed to the peaceful quiet of the twilight. Ayanokoji made his way to his bedroom, changing into his usual sleep attire, a simple set of boxer shorts. As he sat on the edge of his bed, the unexpected noises filtered through his door. his eyes narrowed, and he rose, drawn to the mysterious sounds.

Ayanokoji padded towards his door, As he neared, he discerned the irregular, increasingly insistent clanking of metal on metal. Easing the door open, he stepped silently into the moonlit night, revealing the Scout Girl fiddling with the latch of his front door.

"What are you doing here?" Ayanokoji asked, his voice heavy with the curious reserve that now masked his growing bewilderment. The young girl whirled around, a startled expression blossoming on her features, but quickly faded into sheepishness.

she paused, her attention drawn to the sound of Ayanokoji's voice. Her innocent facade faded, revealing a steely determination. Her gaze shifted from the door's lock to Ayanokoji's watchful form. She slowly turned, a shadow crossing her features. "I'm here for you, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka," she whispered, her voice taking on a deadly lilt.

Ayanokoji's eyes narrowed as he met her glare. He had no idea what had provoked such an abrupt turn, but instinct warned him that this was no ordinary scout. His body tensed as he subtly backed away, mind racing.

"Now, I'll be quite frank with you," she continued, sauntering towards him like a predator. "I've been curious about you for some time, ayanokoji. I want what you have, and no lock or door will stop me from claiming it."

Ayanokoji eyeing the girl with newfound curiosity "And what is it that you seek from me?" he queried.

she smirked, her grip tightening on the small handgun that she pulled from beneath her uniform with a swift motion. The flicker of moonlight gleamed off the steel, her smile falling away as she growled, "Your life."

Ayanokoji's composure did not waver, but the intensity within his golden eyes magnified. "Is that so?" he replied "Then let us see just how persistent you are."

His stoic resolve met her murderous intent head-on. The night's quiet was replaced by the beat of their hearts as they squared off, a chilling showdown between two adversaries. Neither spoke again, instead, they waited, each poised to pounce the moment the other faltered.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, the sharp crack of the gun muffled by the silencer. The bullet tore through the night, aimed directly for Ayanokoji's torso. He swiftly dodged aside, the bullet grazing the air where his chest had been a moment before.