What if: Classroom of the Elite (Reaction+Oneshots)

Lexi 2.0

Inside the quite atmosphere of the office, a man in his 40s worked at a rectangular, mahogany desk, illuminated by the warm sunlight peaking through the curtains. Shelves of organized books surrounded him, while the vintage clock ticked steadily. The peaceful ambiance was punctuated only by the rustle of papers and the occasional sip of tea. He was humming a song as the ballpoint pen scratched the surface of paper.

Just then, there was a small knock on his door, which shifted his attention away from the paperwork. After he gave permission, an assistant peeked inside.

"Acting Director, there is a student here to see you."

Tsukishiro was a bit surprised. He didn’t have an appointment today, as far as he could recall. Could it be one of them? But he had strictly told them not to meet him carelessly unless its important. The possibility of an unrelated party is not low, but that in itself is unusual.

"Who is it?" he asked, his tone and face unchanging.

"It’s Ayanokoji Kiyotaka from Class 2B."

Out of everyone in his list, it was the person Tsukishiro least expected.

'Why is he here? There is no reason for us to meet right now, is there?'

Needless to say, both parties were at a cold war right now. So, it was normal for Tsukishiro to suspect something was off.

"Let him in."

With a nod, the assistant's face vanished from the door frame. The acting director stood up from his desk and went near the window. He opened the curtains to let sunlight in, which casted his large shadow across the office. He kept staring outside, inspecting the beauty of mother nature with a cold smile on his face.

Soon, the door opened and footsteps could be heard. The student didn’t bother to hide his presence, as he came to a halt in front of the desk.

"I know you are supposed to play the role of an opposition, but that doesn’t mean you have to stand in an intimidating manner with your back face to me everytime we meet."

"I had been working just prior to your arrival, Ayanokoji-kun. Contrary to my casual presence, I am actually a pretty busy person."

"Busy trying to ruin my life, I take it?"

Tsukishiro sighed as he turned around.

"Enough about that. Can we get to the point on why you are he-"

He stopped mid-sentence, spotting the small bouquet in Kiyotaka's hand. That odd detail in this scenario left him a little bit puzzled.

"Oh, this? This is for you," he gave the bouquet to the acting director, who received it reluctantly. Immediately, as if a switch kicked in, he threw the bouquet away from him. Kiyotaka simply watched it fly away and landing beside the couch. Tsukishiro rubbed the palm of his hand on the suit and observed it keenly.

"I might not be the most expressive person around, but even I would be hurt if someone threw away my goodwill like that," he spoke in a calm tone while picking up the bouquet.

Tsukishiro thinly laughed.

"You don't blame me for being careful now, do you?"

"It's not my fault if you never received flowers in your whole life. But it's a genuine bouquet of fresh flowers. See, the tag is still there," he pointed to it as a proof, but Tsukishiro didn’t show any signs of taking it.

"It could be a time bomb or maybe have poison mixed in it.

"I am not Oppenheimer, nor am I Giulia Tofana. Are you watching too much movies these days, perhaps?"