Classroom of the elite short Stories

Yuki

Yuki stirred awake in the dead night, her mind foggy and disoriented. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes as she tried to gain her bearings.

The room was engulfed in darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight penetrating the curtains. 

Her gaze shifted towards the alarm clock on the bedside table, squinting to make out the time indicating 3:15 a.m.

Yuki licked her dry lips. She pushed the blankets aside and got up from the bed. In the dark, she fumbled around for her slippers and made her way out of the bedroom.

As she entered the hallway, she could hear the faint sound of crickets chirping outside. Carefully, she padded down the hallway, her footsteps light against the hardwood floor. Soon, she reached the kitchen.

She moved through the dark. She could easily see the outlines of the furniture and appliances in the room, but everything was still covered in darkness. As she reached the fridge, she opened the door, the soft light from the appliance illuminating her face.

With a shaky hand, Yuki reached out and grabbed a half-empty bottle of water from the fridge. She unscrewed the cap, the soft click filling the silent kitchen. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she drank water that refreshed her throat.

After Yuki carefully placed the bottle back into the fridge, She stood there for a moment, feeling the cool air against her skin. The room was still enveloped in silence, save for the hum of the fridge.

Yuki closed the fridge door, the soft thump cutting through the silence. She turned and began to make her way back through the kitchen to the hallway.

As she entered the hallway, the only sound that could be heard was the occasional creak of the floor beneath her feet.

Yuki paused as she reached the main door of the house. She couldn't pinpoint why it drew her focus; there was nothing unusual about it. The door was closed—nothing out of the ordinary—yet she found herself standing there, staring at it.

It wasn't entirely clear why she had walked towards the main door instead of her own bedroom. Perhaps some subconscious intuition was drawing her towards it, even though there was no visible reason to do so. Her eyes remained fixed on the door.

Without really thinking about it, Yuki raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. The metal was cool against her skin, but she couldn't bring herself to turn it.

With a gentle sigh, Yuki twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. It creaked open slowly, the noise echoing through the otherwise quiet hallway. A gust of cold air rushed in.

The faint light of the moon streamed into the now-open doorway, casting a pale glow across the hallway.

The silence in the house was broken only by the faint sounds of the night outside, the occasional hoot of an owl, or the rustle of leaves.

Yuki stood frozen in the doorway, the cool air brushing her skin.

Her eyes lifted to the full moon overhead. Its silvery glow bathed the night in a soft luminescence, casting shadows across the ground. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, causing the branches to sway and the leaves to fall. 

The night was alive with a quiet beauty that seemed almost surreal.

Without fully realising it, Yuki crossed the street and the street and stepped outside into the night. The ground was cool and slightly damp beneath her feet, while the soft whisper of wind rustled the trees surrounding the house. The air felt clean and fresh, and a sense of peacefulness washed over her as she stood outside.

The door closed silently behind her, the click of the latch echoing in the night.

She stood there for a moment, feeling the cold night air brush against her skin. Then she began to walk.