Classroom of the elite short Stories

Shinohara

I slid open the door to the empty classroom, the creak echoing louder than necessary.

My eyes scanned the room slowly, wandering across the empty desks until they landed on him - Ayanokoji.

sitting there like he owned the place. Alone, as usual. Typical.

He's handsome, I'll give him that, but his face is like a block of wood. Always the same bored look, like nothing in this world could ever be interesting enough for Mr. Perfect.

It made me want to punch him just to see if he'd actually react.

He glanced at me briefly, barely acknowledging my existence, which only made me more annoyed. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped.

He just stared at me for a second, those cold eyes of his not even blinking, then looked away as if I was nothing more than a fly buzzing around his head.

.....Freaking weirdo.

He was so annoyingly calm, it made my skin crawl. Did nothing faze this guy? I huffed, rolling my eyes, and shot him one last glare before stomping to my seat.

As I threw my bag down, I couldn't help but steal another glance at him. There he was, completely unbothered, as if my little outburst hadn't even happened.

Unbelievable.

Anyway dragging myself into this study group was a mistake. I don't know why I let my friends talk me into this nonsense.

We're in the library, a place I usually avoid like the plague.

The session is dragging on, and I'm getting more frustrated by the minute. These subjects are like a foreign language to me, and I can feel my brain shutting down from all the useless things being thrown around.

I glance around the table, seeing my friends' faces buried in their notes, nodding along like they understand anything.

I don't have the patience for this. "What's the point of this?" I snap, probably louder than necessary. A couple of heads turn, and I glare back. Mind your own business.

Finally, I've had enough. I slam my book shut, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. "I need a break," I mutter, not caring if anyone hears. I storm off, not looking back.

I wander the library, trying to find a quiet corner where I can regain my sanity. I round a corner and stop dead in my tracks.

Great. Just my luck. There he is, Ayanokoji.

Sitting alone as always, buried in a book. The guy never talks to anyone except Horikita, and for some reason, that irritates the hell out of me.

What's his deal, anyway?

I march over to his table, not caring if I'm making a scene. I slam my books down next to his. He doesn't even flinch. Typical.

"What's so fascinating, huh?" I snap, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Got the secrets of the universe in there?"

Ayanokoji slowly lifts his gaze, his expression as unreadable as ever. He meets my glare with a calm indifferent expression that only fuels my irritation. "Just studying," he replies, his tone annoyingly calm.

"Yeah, well, some of us are drowning over there," I retort, gesturing vaguely towards the study group.

"And you're just sitting here, all... smug and superior."He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "I didn't ask you to join me."