It's been a week since I entered Advanced Nurturing High School. I am Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, but my friends call me "Dumpster Diver". For no particular reason, I promise. Everything feels peaceful, everything feels alright?
Why you may ask? Well, there is one simple reason. I have escaped that place, and now I find myself in a field of flowers. The smells of spring flood my nose, it is a new experience for me. To just sit back and relax, this is a luxury I have never had before.
Or so I thought, that's when a black haired evil woman enters my sight. Horikita Suzune, my seat neighbor. She takes a position standing above me, I can't see her panties. But what I can see is the son and the sky. That is enough for me.
"Ayanokoji-kun, what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?"
"No. No I can't"
"I am watching the clouds. You should join me, maybe it'll loosen you up a bit."
"You are on the bathroom floor of the special building."
"No I am not."
"Yes you are."
"Can you explain the smell of flowers then?"
"Somebody missed the urinal."
Ah, she's right. God damn it, now my hands are sticky. I look up and my peace is gone. I reach into my breast pocket but.
"Are you looking for this?"
She holds up a bag just within arms reach. I try to reach for it, but she pulls it away quickly. This woman is taunting me, I'm sure of it.
"Ayanokoji-kun, you can't just sit around all day doing LSD. Do your homework or something."
Damn, my first week of school and I already have haters. I suppose I should comply for now and do my homework, and by homework, I mean the LSD I have in my dormitory.
"You were just thinking 'I suppose I should comply for now and do my homework, and by homework, I mean the LSD I have in my dormitory.' weren't you? Well I already got your hidden stash, do your homework Ayanokoji-kun."
Well, I guess I'll do my homework for real, and by homework for real I mean the LSD I have in my dormitory, my hidden hidden stash.
"You were just thinking 'Well, I guess I'll do my homework for real, and by homework for real I mean the LSD I have in my dormitory, my hidden-hidden stash.' well I got that one too."
Ah damn this woman, she is too good at whatever she does around here. Wait what does she do? Maybe crochets? It's always the tsunderes that crochet, I just know it. I guess I'll actually do my homework.
We split apart like that. Honestly, I don't particularly like hanging out with her. She probably thinks she's looking out for me, but my acid trips are supposed to be 'me time' not 'we time'. Speaking of Wii, there are tennis courts ahead.
Did they make Wii Tennis from Nintendo into a real thing?
Ah, Albert is playing. He is wearing a tank top that barely covers his belly button and a tiny miniskirt, blue and white.
*plap plap plap*
Ohohoho? Is somebody getting some action? You go brother, good for you.
"Stop looking at Albert-chan and look at me!" a feminine voice lets out.
Easy to say, hard to do. For just as she said that, Alberts skirt flipped up revealing something truly magnificent. If I had a camera on me, this picture would be an art work worthy of being stolen and put in the British museum.
"That fast? It was quicker than usual, now, transfer the points you promised." the woman said.
"Got it... and I couldn't help it, unforeseen circumstances." the man replied.
For some reason I recognize that voice... could it be...
"Ayanokoji-kun?"
Ah it was.
"Hirata, getting some action I see. But does someone as popular as you really need to use a prostitute?"
"Nothing beats a professional, now let's go get some food."
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